Fishing for fun [Open]

[Milunesta]

It was late. The sun was hanging heavy over the horizon. After a hard days work many folk of the Weyr were probably trying to relax. Some had retreated for naps, others were playing a few games to lift the mood, and more still were eating. Generally speaking the day was starting to come to a close.

To one woman it was a relief. But at the same time she felt a sense of accomplishment. She felt as if her work had made a difference, no matter how small. It was a gratifying feeling to know others lives had been made that much more comfortable for her efforts. Still, it was nice to kick back after dealing with the stresses of the day. And since coming to the Weyr she had picked up a hobby of sorts, one that was quite soothing.

After cleaning up in the infirmary Milune had gone back to her room. She had changed into more comfortable clothing and put her hair up. Pianist fingers had then wrapped around a fishing pole she'd traded a set of boots for. It wasn't the best made on Pern, but it was sturdy and the string was strong. The hook was also functional so there wasn't much of a problem in her eyes. Besides, with the grubs she had dug out of some dead trees the hook wouldn't be visible to the fish.

The lass gave her cat a pat on the head (she was sleeping on her bed) then was out the door again. After a little meandering she eventually made her way to the lake. She had a spot there she looked to sit and dangle her legs in. It was deep and the rock shelf she had found was the perfect spot. Once she shucked off her boots and rolled up her pants it was there that she sat.

Popping open the container filled with grub worms she unearthed one of the unfortunate critters. It was thick and long, wriggling frantically in her hands. The poor creatures efforts only intensified when she hooked it, but there was no saving it now. Once she was satisfied that it wasn't going to fall off she cast her line, watching it plop out a good four yards then sink into the water.

Now the best part was coming up, the wait. Sighing a contented sigh the woman leaned back, making herself comfortable against a convenient boulder. Her eyes gradually started to glaze as she zoned out, letting her mind just drift until a fish bit. Who knew, maybe she wouldn't even catch anything? But that wasn't the point, she was just happy to be able to breathe and let her muscles unwind. Besides, it was nice out. What more could she ask for?

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[/i] a word? Either way, they were round and not fit for skipping. Which was disappointing. She'd been up to almost five skips! Without any practice, she'd probably have a hard time just getting two skips and she certainly wasn't going to get any skips at all out of the stones she was finding along the shore of the lake they had to work with. Yes, very disappointing.

But it was fine because she was, indeed, quite shardin' adaptable. So with a happy smile firmly in place, Baila hopped along, collecting stones as she went. The cold of chilled winter air slid smoothly along her midriff every time that her shirt slid up enough. With the hem of it gripped between her fingers and pulled up, she created a pouch in which she could keep as many stones as she cared to collect. They were cold too. Many were dirty and some were damp. In hindsight, perhaps it hadn't been the smartest thing in that case to use her shirt in order to carry them – but how else would she be able to transport so many? Her hands could only hold on to so much, and then she'd be dirty and damp still anyways. It wasn't any matter, she could just wash her shirt later and all would be well. She continued on, a bounce in her step every time that she stopped to bend to pluck up a stone, rolling it between her fingertips before dropping it in amongst her growing collection. She wouldn't be able to skip them, but she'd certainly be able to practice her throwing. With so many stones in her possession, she'd be able to practice a lot and she'd be the best rock-thrower ever! It was quite a dream.

Her pouch grew heavier and heavier as she continued. She was also getting cold. Her knuckles were aching with how tightly she was holding on to her shirt in order to hold up so many rocks. She was nearing the end and then she could begin. However, she paused as her hazel eyes landed on a figure further down along the shoreline. A woman, and she was fishing. She had her pants rolled up and her feet dipped into the water. Oh, she must be so cold! Unless she was numb to it. Because cold had a tendency of numbing things. In which case, it probably wasn't bothering her too much anymore. The teenager hummed thoughtfully and cocked her head to the side a bit, much like a curious canine observing something confounding and spectacular.

Abruptly, she crouched down to carefully deposit her collection of throwing stones to the ground in a neat little pile. They tumbled and dirt clung to her shirt, but she focused instead on her miniature mountain. Picking up straying stones, she gathered them all once more and set them on top of each other, organizing her little collection with a smile lingering up her thin lips. Satisfied that it stood high enough that she'd be able to find them all again easily, she smoothly moved to stand and step over it, her slender hands brushing the dirt from her shirt as she scurried to approach the fishing stranger.

“Hiya!” She called out boldly once she was within earshot. “Fishin' huh? Is it nice out, yeh caught anything yet?” She questioned rapidly, her shoes treading over ground until they were walking on rock instead, stepping onto the boulder that the woman sat upon without even thinking of asking permission to do so. She was nice though. People liked nice people, right? So surely this woman wouldn't mind her company. Her eyes widened as she spotted what was in the opened container. “Ooh, grubs!” She exclaimed, promptly crouching down to peer at them closer for a moment before looking back to the woman, grinning from ear to ear. “I'm Baila. Hi there.”[/ul][/size]