The courier made his way through town as he usually did - bundle under arm and bag slung over shoulder, seeming on errand as normal, save for the curiosity of a bucket carried with coiled tail (and for once, it was useful to have three hands again). All the way to the Docks and even beyond, until he began to push the limits of the City itself. The usual hustle and bustle of the metropolis becomes replaced by a serene silence, a pleasant bubbling of creeks and rivulets and above all - no people.
The man wanders a bit between the different river branches, taking small bridges over bigger streams, skipping along stepping stones over smaller ones (the rumours in town were not wrong, the place really is a maze of waterways), until he spots a place to settle. Nestled between a larger river and two smaller streams is a piece of elevated ground, edged with large boulders along the shoreline, just below a small slope. A few quick step-jumps down the decline and he stops among the grassy outcrop, setting down the bundles.
Then, kneeling down, he begins to unwrap the contents, starting with the larger of the two parcels. Within a couple of seconds, a net is unlashed from the cloth bindings and he sets it to stand up against one of the shore boulders, turning his attention to the rest. Life had a habit of working in loops and returning tangles, that much he knew without a shadow of a doubt. What you think to put behind you inevitably find ways to come back around given enough years (and not necessarily enough distance), so it is something he has long since learned to anticipate. Still, even with concious knowledge of that fact, there's just as inevitable strangeness when such moments hit that no one person could shake. An intrinsic instinct to recognise patterns.
For example, how he was, once again, finding himself trying to fish. He has not had to fish for himself in over a decade, not since the silver tongued skills got sharp enough to make food far easier to find among people than some random stream (and usually taste twice as good).
As a result, the silver-tongued skill remained quite sharp, while memories of fishing twindled into obscurity. He still remembers enough about some basics - hooks, lures, bait, rods, that sort of stuff - but some of the more finer aspects would certainly need recounting in the process. That is, assuming he is even able to catch anything to begin with.
Thankfully, regardless of the outcome, there's no threat of going hungry tonight. Fish or no, the work put into the courier and the knight has saved up quite a bit to be able to sustain and feed himself just fine. No, the purpose of the river trip isn't to find food, but something far simpler - just some peace and quiet.
With the smaller bits of bobs unpacked, he sits down on the rock and pulls off the shoes, putting on the clogs instead. As extensive as the pant legs are, they are meticulously tucked into the clog, as to avoid getting wet (or, well, more wet than they would. His fishing skills may have been vague, but his memories about how it usually went were certainly not).
Of course, the rivers of his home are a bit different to the rivers of this continent. In both good and bad ways.. Some of them had currents strong enough to rip a rod apart if one wasn't careful, while others were filled with nothing but sprats, too small to hook. The rivers here are talked to be filled to the bring with bounty, especially after spring settles in and the water levels rise from the snow melt coming down from the mountains up north. But.. this being the Labs, he has a strong suspicion the rivers might not be filled with just fine fish to eat.. He has been through the Docks a number of times, and he has most certainly seen sea serpents the sizes of boats being trained there..
With the clogs on, he snatches up the net and the extra line. One piece of skill he did remember was how to keep your items on you. The line is extended, one piece tied to the end of the net's handle, measured out to a certain distance and snipped in order to tie the other end to his belt.
There.. now if anything snags the net and tries to grab it with, he has a safety line to pull it free and back. The man hops onto the larger boulders and starts to make his way to the waterline, finding himself a good set of boulders to balance onto with enough stability to begin sieving through the stream. With the daylight clear in the skies, the waters sparkle back with a thousand little glimmers, but the rush is fairly calm and the line of sight clear enough to spot shapes and forms darting their way here and there. Most of those shapes are likely to be just shadows from the ripples of the surface, but the net was big and the stream slow enough to make it glide through the waters with relative ease. Pushing it through the water, from down-current to up, he sieves slowly for the little shadows, waiting for that little tug in the net to signal something connecting, before he can pull it back out quickly.
Twilight-Claw: Thanks for that piece of info Ren! <3 | But would it be allowed for the flavor of the rp if the berry wasn't filling enough for the Lotine?
Jun 1, 2020 6:09:21 GMT -6
Renathan: There is no need to double up on a fish and a magical berry (doesn't change the effect of the berry at all) in a lotine breeding.
Jun 1, 2020 6:02:21 GMT -6
Twilight-Claw: Does anyone know if it is possible to combine both a magical berry and a fish in a Lotine breeding? Or is you can only choose one of them? (right now writing a Lotine breeding)
Jun 1, 2020 5:36:49 GMT -6
Twilight-Claw: I am still interested in trading it for a green drake.
Jun 1, 2020 0:31:33 GMT -6
Ridelys: If you are still interested in a trade twilight, for your fidelity result, let me know.
May 31, 2020 22:49:49 GMT -6
Riku: I got three pet levels and 15c out of it. <3 And all the necessary posts for my job salary form.
May 31, 2020 18:49:26 GMT -6
Riku: In mine my crossbreed used foxfire to burn it - but then it used incendiary illusion, which was extra scary because my cross is a plant pet with thick fur. It used the distraction to escape. I’m proud of it, and it’s okay that I won’t finish this month.
May 31, 2020 18:48:42 GMT -6
Renathan: *But of course, the RNG was not having that. / In Morgan's story, the Nyssa was a real thing, so I wanted to have two different situations for the variety.
May 31, 2020 18:15:27 GMT -6
Renathan: Yeah, the 'finished the story but the RNGods are being a butt' thing is a rather unfortunate situation to be in. I had already decided that in Ren's story, the elderly woman had lied about the nyssa and just wanted someone to talk to*
May 31, 2020 18:14:49 GMT -6
Riku: That makes sense. I've considered that before. -nod- I hope your non-hxr life is going smoothly.
May 31, 2020 16:38:08 GMT -6
Haix: Just quitting the job. Don't believe I'll be making the ten posts required per month any time soon. XD
May 31, 2020 16:34:01 GMT -6
Riku: Note to haix, I believe you can post the new application form at the same time as the quitting form. Unless you are simply taking an overall break from the job system.
May 31, 2020 16:30:58 GMT -6
Fiera Ferella: even AT the gardens yet. XD It sucks when you've finished writing your story and haven't gotten a success, because then its like "well... now what?" XD
May 31, 2020 15:51:47 GMT -6
Fiera Ferella: ive found that when there's a quest that might take longer like this, its a good idea to try and space out the story beats to try and roll a success before i get to the meat of the story. XD Like, by the time i was 5 posts in my character wasn't
May 31, 2020 15:51:21 GMT -6