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Post by Nadia on Aug 7, 2020 14:29:53 GMT -6
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Aug 8, 2020 10:59:40 GMT -6
The weather today had been very odd indeed, from being warm and pleasant with a breeze in the morning to having a torrential downpour around noon (which had caused Fiera QUITE a few problems and had resulted in her coming to fish in what was practically a puddle. Not her best day.), washing just about everything downstream. And now it was a hot, blazing day. Fiera wasn’t sure if it was because she was below a ridge blocking most of the wind from reaching her, but she hadn’t detected a lick of breeze since she came to fish next to this pond. Frankly it was a little miserable, and Fiera wondered if she should move on or not. Still, she had had a couple of catches here… she might as well stick it out for a little longer and see what else she could find here. If she didn’t catch anything in a few minutes, she’d move on.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Aug 8, 2020 11:00:05 GMT -6
Or, well, she’d catch Ophelia and move on. She didn’t trust the amphadrons ability to navigate herself as of right now, and was determined to catch the little creature and take her with her, even if it meant throwing her in the catch bucket. Would the tadpole hate it? Yes, absolutely, it was humiliating. But she had managed to swim out of Fiera’s sight and get lost so many times by now that the humanish didn’t really trust her to not try and escape if she got rid of the dam blocking her from the rest of the stream. She was far too crafty and intelligent, despite her young age. Fiera liked that about her, and in fact she liked seeing that trait in most of her pets (as it reminded her of herself), but it didn’t exactly help when she was trying to keep Ophelia from getting eaten by other fish.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Aug 8, 2020 11:00:29 GMT -6
To Fiera’s delight though, the fish seemed to start biting the second she set her pole back up. It looked like with that last massive fish her streak of bad luck had finally been broken, as if she had managed to remove a bad omen from herself and now she could get back to work. The fish were caught in such quick succession that Fiera barely had time to see what each one looked like before moving on to the next. She’d cast the line, almost immediately get a bite, reel the fish back in, put it in the bucket, put bait back on the hook, put the bobber back in the water by casting the thread out, turn to look at the fish… and see the fishing pole bending over again behind her. It was a never ending cycle it seemed, but one that Fiera was more than grateful for at this point after her long dry spell.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Aug 8, 2020 11:01:17 GMT -6
Though perhaps it was that “wet spell” that was helping her out. Ophelia had been washed downstream after all- perhaps these fish had been as well? Ophelia had been quick to show up again at the surface again, but Fiera supposed that that was because she was an amphibian, and was in some way meant to be drawn towards air and light whereas these fish went toward the murkier bottom of the pond in order to hide. And now that Fiera had gotten the big one that had been stealing the food that she had been “throwing in” for them, she could start picking off the more easily caught little ones, luring them in with tasty worms only to snatch them out of the water as well. Ultimately, she figured it was probably for the best. She couldn’t imagine these creatures lasting for long in a pond of water this small.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Aug 8, 2020 11:01:32 GMT -6
At best one or two would last longer. Really, this was the right thing to do. Once the stream of fish calmed down a little however and Fiera had some more time between catches, she realized that she could finally take a look to see what she had actually caught. She was able to quickly visually separate out the fish she had just caught from the ones that were already familiar to her, eyeing them to identify their species. One had long fins, a member of a species she was pretty familiar with. They were a bright minty- or perhaps lime-like?- shade of green, and it used them to gently ‘flutter’ through the water like a butterfly. That one didn’t seem particularly upset at being caught, and seemed to be okay with lazily drifting around the catch bucket with its other finely finned fellows. Weird, but not unappreciated by Fiera.
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Post by Nadia on Aug 8, 2020 13:52:41 GMT -6
A spot of silence after being inundated with catches - the water laps easily at the bank.
[Nothing happens.]
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Aug 9, 2020 12:22:33 GMT -6
The other fish were a great deal more active. One resembled a mminiature shark in fact, with the violence that implied. It had dull greyish brown skin, five gill slits on each side, and sharp triangular fins… and teeth. Fiera could practically hear the ominous pianos playing in the distance when she looked at it. It seemed to be amicable enough to the other fish for now though, circling around in the bucket as if waiting for something. The humanish made a mental note to not leave it bored for long though, as she feared what would happen to her other catches should it become displeased. It seemed placid enough for now though, so she figured it could stay communal with the other fish for the time being though. After all, the catch bucket was always intended to be a temporary thing until she could transfer the fish to more permanent holdings.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Aug 9, 2020 12:23:00 GMT -6
The final fish was a pretty common one as far as she knew. It was a bright bluish green and had no particularly special features as far as she could tell. It was bright and active, but not particularly flat on any given side. It had pretty standard shaped fins and really its turquoise color was all it had going for it in terms of appearance. She frequently saw these types of fish flipping in and out of the water while she worked, and they were quite difficult to catch considering their speed. Despite how common they were, they only infrequently took the time to stop and smell the roses so to speak… or more accurately, to check out whatever bait was floating around in the water. After all, why mess around with plain old worms when there were faster, more agile bugs flying around in the air for them to catch?
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Aug 9, 2020 12:23:18 GMT -6
At least, Fiera figured that that was their reasoning. She didn’t really know the mechanisms of the minds of fish, and frankly it wasn’t all too fun to speculate. Still, with these fish Fiera felt… pretty satisfied. This trip had been pretty miserable for both owner and pet so far, and while her bad luck streak seemed to have broken, she kind of didn’t want to push it much further than she had. This pond likely didn’t have that many more fish in it, and Fiera didn’t really want to risk Ophelia’s health by pushing on even further than before. After all, she had nearly lost her amphadron what, three times now? Maybe more? And she seemed to be getting tired now that she looked at her. Instead of zipping around and investigating her environment, the amphadron was sitting on the substrate of the shore, lazily following Fiera with just her eyes.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Aug 9, 2020 12:23:36 GMT -6
So perhaps it was time to pack up. First, Fiera started putting away her fishing rod and tackle box. Ophelia did seem to perk up a bit at that, interested in the new things that were happening all of a sudden. “Don’t get too excited, we’re just going home.” Fiera said calmly, but Ophelia still wriggled along the shore, following Fiera. It was always easier getting things out than it was getting them back in of course, but Fiera was able to manage it after a few minutes of struggling. Then she held up her net and, before the amphadron could figure out what she was doing, scooped Ophelia up and dumped her in the catch bucket. There wasn’t any danger in that as far as Fiera knew- all of the fish in there were exhausted from being caught and probably too stressed to try and eat anything right now anyway.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Aug 9, 2020 12:23:54 GMT -6
Besides, Ophelia could defend herself pretty well with those fangs, AND the stream itself was probably more dangerous for her right now anyway. After all, the weather had proven unpredictable today and goodness knew there were even more fish waiting for the amphadron in the stream. At least this way Fiera could control WHICH fish she was in contact with. Before the amphadron could leap out however, Fiera snapped the lid back over the catch bucket, hearing a dull “thunk” as Ophelia smacked against it. “Nope, not today! You’re staying in there until we get home.” Fiera said firmly. With that out of the way, the humanish swung her backpack up over her back, picked up her things, and began the long trek up the hill. It would be a long walk home based on how far she had come, but for the time being? Anything was better than being here.
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Post by Nadia on Aug 9, 2020 16:34:15 GMT -6
A few errant bugs buzz around you as you leave, in their own farewell. The river will welcome you back soon.
[Nothing happens.]
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Jul 17, 2021 12:42:56 GMT -6
It had been ages since Fiera had been to the river bend, though if there was ever a day to go, it was today. The sun was blazing hot above her and her pet. It was truly the dog days of summer, baking the ground around them. And yet, it wasn't entirely unpleasant. She walked along a long, firm mud flat alongside the river, with cool breezes blowing off of the body of water. The river bend was probably the coolest place to be this time of day, and Fiera was well dressed for it, with only a catch bucket and a fishing pole along with her. Her ears were pricked and eager, and her tail swished gracefully behind her. It looked like the heat had scared away most that usually came out here, leaving her and her pet relatively lonely on the long stretch of mud along the waves. Fiera 16 Harding 1.1/5.1 1
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Jul 17, 2021 21:58:30 GMT -6
She was, of course, wearing her Sunday best. A frilly white blouse reflected most of the heat of the day, and she had a matching lacy parasol strewn over one shoulder to protect her "delicate" skin from the sun. She knew it was more calloused than it looked, but other people didn't need to know that, eh? She had plain, pocketed khakis down to her knees where they flared out a bit, and rain boots in a cute floral pattern to deal with the mud. Overall, she looked a bit like a cutesy caricature of a fisherman, but she never really put that much effort into catching fish anyway. Instead, her companion today was a lot better suited for that sort of thing, she thought as she glanced over to her side. A small lead tied to her wrist snaked off into the river, keeping him relatively close to her.
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