15th Spring 519
Finn sat on the deck and leaned against the mast as he practiced knot tying while he waited for Syna to start her ascent into the sky. It took him way too long to tie knots and if he ever wanted to sail better he would definitely need to be able to tie these quickly and on the first try. For now he used a five foot length of rope he had cut off to practice with as he sat waiting and practised one knot after another knot while his tavan, Camira, slept quietly and comfortably next to his left hip as he easily blocked the morning breeze off the large bird. His fishing net lay on the deck near the back of the casinor so he could grab it before he dropped into the water.
He figured, or maybe it was that he hoped, regardless he expected a good time to fish would be as Syna awoke for the day so he was prepared for the smaller fish to come inwards to feed themselves and also where he would be waiting to net them. When he had arrived he had anchored out a little further out over his normal positioning to give himself some extra room but he had also taken a couple of buckets ashore already to be set up for collecting his fishing haul. It had taken him a bell or two to find his net the night before. The cabin had become quite messy over the last while so he was forced to organize a bit of his mess. As he searched he put things away as best he could, at least until he found all of his fishing supplies and had set them into a corner for easier access when he needed.
Once found, he saw that the net was definitely in need a little care and maintenance due to several holes that had opened at some time or another. So he hauled it out onto the beach so he could unfurl it full size and check it out completely it would not do to have the fish swimming out holes as he tried to catch them. Once open he went around to the various holes that he could see or find and re-tied the ends together to make it whole again, but he was forced to tie in a couple of new pieces of cords into a spots that had a larger hole in it although he could not remember where it came from.
As he looked up he realized that Syna was getting closer as the sky was lightening quickly now. Camira protested loudly as he gently pushed her off of him so he could rise and move. “I’m sorry but I need to fish and you will like it plenty enough once I start sorting good and bad fish.” But she only proceeded to give him a baleful look as she waddled away to sit in new location while Finn made his way aft where he stepped out of his sandals and stripped off his shirt. He threw the net over the railing before he bent to grab the edge of the ship as he dropped down into the water himself.. Once armed only with his net and one of his throwing knives in his belt, he turned and started to trudge toward the shore. His first fishing excursion for Syka started as he hoped he was up for the challenge himself.
As he waded towards shore preoccupied with the thoughts of feeding Syka, he opened his mind to all of the sea life around him in the ocean. Almost immediately his gnosis activated and he started to sense all the vast life that was around him, it came slowly at first before the tidal wave of life crashed onto his conscious. The immensity and intensity of it caused him to drop to a knee and all but retch on the spot. “Shyke!” was the only thing he could utter as he stood there in the water for several chimes as he collected himself from his careless use of the gift. The feelings initially completely overwhelmed his senses but started to dissipate just as quickly once he stopped although it still took another couple of chimes before he felt like he could move without falling over into the water.
Finn sat on the deck and leaned against the mast as he practiced knot tying while he waited for Syna to start her ascent into the sky. It took him way too long to tie knots and if he ever wanted to sail better he would definitely need to be able to tie these quickly and on the first try. For now he used a five foot length of rope he had cut off to practice with as he sat waiting and practised one knot after another knot while his tavan, Camira, slept quietly and comfortably next to his left hip as he easily blocked the morning breeze off the large bird. His fishing net lay on the deck near the back of the casinor so he could grab it before he dropped into the water.
He figured, or maybe it was that he hoped, regardless he expected a good time to fish would be as Syna awoke for the day so he was prepared for the smaller fish to come inwards to feed themselves and also where he would be waiting to net them. When he had arrived he had anchored out a little further out over his normal positioning to give himself some extra room but he had also taken a couple of buckets ashore already to be set up for collecting his fishing haul. It had taken him a bell or two to find his net the night before. The cabin had become quite messy over the last while so he was forced to organize a bit of his mess. As he searched he put things away as best he could, at least until he found all of his fishing supplies and had set them into a corner for easier access when he needed.
Once found, he saw that the net was definitely in need a little care and maintenance due to several holes that had opened at some time or another. So he hauled it out onto the beach so he could unfurl it full size and check it out completely it would not do to have the fish swimming out holes as he tried to catch them. Once open he went around to the various holes that he could see or find and re-tied the ends together to make it whole again, but he was forced to tie in a couple of new pieces of cords into a spots that had a larger hole in it although he could not remember where it came from.
As he looked up he realized that Syna was getting closer as the sky was lightening quickly now. Camira protested loudly as he gently pushed her off of him so he could rise and move. “I’m sorry but I need to fish and you will like it plenty enough once I start sorting good and bad fish.” But she only proceeded to give him a baleful look as she waddled away to sit in new location while Finn made his way aft where he stepped out of his sandals and stripped off his shirt. He threw the net over the railing before he bent to grab the edge of the ship as he dropped down into the water himself.. Once armed only with his net and one of his throwing knives in his belt, he turned and started to trudge toward the shore. His first fishing excursion for Syka started as he hoped he was up for the challenge himself.
As he waded towards shore preoccupied with the thoughts of feeding Syka, he opened his mind to all of the sea life around him in the ocean. Almost immediately his gnosis activated and he started to sense all the vast life that was around him, it came slowly at first before the tidal wave of life crashed onto his conscious. The immensity and intensity of it caused him to drop to a knee and all but retch on the spot. “Shyke!” was the only thing he could utter as he stood there in the water for several chimes as he collected himself from his careless use of the gift. The feelings initially completely overwhelmed his senses but started to dissipate just as quickly once he stopped although it still took another couple of chimes before he felt like he could move without falling over into the water.