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Post by Fiera Ferella on Aug 31, 2023 10:51:11 GMT -6
He stared into it for a moment... before swimming in himself, curling up in the netting at the end of the pole. "Wh- no! Get out of there! I'm not trying to catch you, dork!" Fiera hissed, swishing the net back and forth in the water to try and knock him out. She couldn't very well catch anything with a very large and conspicuous fish already in her net... and trying to take a nap in it, it seemed like. Unfortunately her actions only seemed to encourage the seryn, and he simply snuggled down further into the depth of the net, making it even harder for her to get him out. "Really?" She said, finally pulling him up out of the water and holding him in front of her fate. She admittedly couldn't read the facial expressions of fish, but something about his face still screamed "smug" to her. She flicked an ear in irritation.
Fiera 8
Savitri 4.3/8.3
23
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Aug 31, 2023 10:59:45 GMT -6
"Get. Out." She said, pointing at the water. Instead, Savitri simply rolled over so he wouldn't have to look at her. "Wow! Wow! Ok! I try to take you out for a fun day, and I'm sitting here trying to drag it out for as long as possible-" She said, drawing out the 'o' in long for as long as possible. "-And this is how you say thank you! Or what, are you actually tired?" But, he didn't respond. "...Hm." Fiera said, lowering the net a bit. They had been out for a while... maybe he WAS actually tired, and just wasn't capable of expressing that in the form of anything but rude pranks. "Well... I suppose I can carry you for a while." She said, finally relenting as she let the net splash back down into the water. She kept walking along the bank, dragging the net alongside her.
Fiera 9
Savitri 4.4/8.4
24
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Aug 31, 2023 11:04:21 GMT -6
Savitri seemed quite pleased with this setup, and stayed curled up snugly in the net the whole time as Fiera walked. Soon they were at the entrance to the river bend, and Fiera needed to transfer him to his carrying tank. She scooped him up out of the water, only to find that his eyes had closed. Fiera panicked for a moment before noticing the twitching of his fins and operculum- he was fine, just sleeping. "Huh... I guess he was more tuckered out than I thought." Fiera muttered to herself before setting the net down gently, picking him up with her hands and transferring him into the carrying tank. He sunk down to the bottom like a leaf floating off of a tree, and hardly moved once he hit the bottom except to stretch out a bit. "Sweet dreams." Fiera said before latching the lid back on. It had started out a bit chaotically, but ultimately she could call this trip a success.
Fiera 10
Savitri 5.0/10.0
25
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Post by Nadia on Sept 2, 2023 21:19:03 GMT -6
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Nov 13, 2023 11:08:37 GMT -6
The day was bright and beautiful, but given the brisk autumn breeze and the weak sunlight filtering down from the clouds, it was clear to anyone with eyes that it was dry season at the river just by looking at the skies. Of course, it was even more obvious when looking at the actual river. Normally deep and lush, the section that Fiera was walking along had been reduced to a trickle a few feet wide at the deepest part of the river, and likely only a few feet deep as well. To either side was vast sand flats, covered in seaweed and other detritus from the receding tides. The wind was brisk and animated, perfect for flying kites, but unfortunately that wasn't what Fiera was up to today, leading the humanish to wear a nice scarf and gloves for once as the last vestiges of warmth faded for the season.
Fiera 11
Harding 18.1/20.1
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Nov 13, 2023 11:33:13 GMT -6
She was here mostly to find shells. The sands of the riverside were made up of decades' worth of crushed up shells, making the sand look grey from a distance. Up close however, one could see the myriad shades of rainbow shells (but mostly brown, white, and black) that had been ground up by the currents of the river over time to make up that singular washed out expanse. This sand was mostly only visible during the dry season, covered up by water the rest of the year. Now that the levels of the river had freshly fallen however, the expanse was revealed and a lot of goodies were often left behind on the sand, unable to follow the water back down. As a result the "beach" was now littered with all sorts of junk revealed by the low tide, just waiting for people to pick through it for the choicest goodies.
Fiera 12
Harding 18.2/20.2
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Nov 13, 2023 11:37:06 GMT -6
Fiera had gotten lucky- it looked like she was the first person to stumble upon this particular bend in the river. All of the riverweed laying on the bed was completely untouched and coated in sand, and she couldn't see a single sign of footprints. She supposed someone could have come down the river on a boat or the back of an aquatic creature and nabbed things off the shore, but that didn't seem very productive. Her own pet, Harding, had actually come with her- she wanted him to get a bit of exercise- and he barely fit in the river as it was. Instead he seemed to just be bobbing along the surface, as nothing of interest was in the water at the time. Regardless, she couldn't imagine sitting on his back and reaching out to the shore to grab things, so she imagined it would be a lot more simple if she were the first person here.
Fiera 13
Harding 18.3/20.3
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Nov 13, 2023 14:44:53 GMT -6
She nudged a piece of riverweed with her foot. It would be ideal if she could find some shells to sell or keep, but she would have to dig through all this plant life first. It was admittedly pretty gross- a few days of sitting under the sun hadn't been kind to it. All of the washed up plants were now withered and slimy, and the air had a thick, organic smell to it. Not quite rot, but something that threatened to become it quite soon. Luckily it wasn't too much work to move it out of the way, so at least Fiera wouldn't have to get up to her elbows in the stuff- she could just nudge it aside with her feet. "Hey Harding, catch!" She said, plucking a strand off the ground and tossing it into the water. Harding jumped up and grabbed it, and Fiera couldn't help but chuckle.
Fiera 14
Harding 18.4/20.4
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Nov 13, 2023 15:44:02 GMT -6
Having been given a new toy, Harding flipped the riverweed around for a few minutes, keeping himself entertained while Fiera looked around. The number of fish in the river was smaller than usual and the water was a lot shallower, giving him a lot less room to maneuver, so they couldn't do their usual routine of Harding herding the fish her way while she scooped them up in a net. She would have to look for more static prey or relying on line fishing, which Harding couldn't really help with. The neptica didn't seem upset to have a day off though. That was the nice thing about having such an intelligent pet- they could usually be relied on to entertain themselves. Fiera on the other hand wouldn't be entertained until she found some sort of goodie worth keeping. And so far she wasn't finding anything underneath all those dead plants.
Fiera 15
Harding 19.0/21.0
5
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Nov 14, 2023 10:53:14 GMT -6
Fiera sifted through some more riverweed, but wasn't finding anything of interest. A few shells looked like they might be worth keeping, but the minute she picked them up it would turn out that they were really only fragments of shells with the most appealing parts of them sticking up out of the sand. The parts that were left were pretty, sure, but completely worthless to a trader and impossible to craft anything nice out of. Fiera looked at the little shard of pink in her hand and huffed irritably before tossing it over her shoulder. "Better luck next time, I guess." She muttered under her breath before turning back to see her progress so far. She had cleared off a five foot long stretch of beach, pushing all of the stranded riverweed up to the normal wet season shoreline. Then, she scoured the newly revealed sand for anything of interest.
Fiera 16
Harding 19.1/21.1
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Nov 14, 2023 10:56:45 GMT -6
She sighed. Time to clear off the next patch of beach. It wasn't difficult, thankfully. At first she had been using her boots to scoot the riverweed up the shoreline, but she soon found that it was a lot less strenuous to use her walking stick instead, nudging the wilted plants up. She had been checking the plants too, of course. She knew that some of them had medicinal effects or were simply rare and thus valuable, but she hadn't seen any of interest so far. A few species were what she was looking for, but they were so badly degraded that it wasn't worth picking them up to try and sell them off later. Even if she tried drying them out to preserve them, the damage would be obvious to any intelligent buyer. She tilted her head to one side. Well, she could always try the UNINTELLIGENT buyers...
Fiera 17
Harding 19.2/21.2
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Nov 14, 2023 11:02:27 GMT -6
But honestly there weren't many out there and she wasn't exactly sure the line was drawn between selling someone poor product and just an outright scam. She wasn't opposed to running scams of course, but the law generally was. Persnickety bastard, the law. She was trying to keep her reputation above board for the time being as well, so it wasn't worth getting into trouble over... rotten plants. She frowned as another strand of it practically liquified under her walking stick. Ugh. She turned to the clear patch of beach to at least try and check for more shells... only to find that more riverweed had washed up onto it. "What? How? I just cleaned this." She said, flicking it back up towards the shore again. Had a sudden wave come in? That was impossible, she had been standing here the whole time, she would have noticed. Flash floods weren't exactly quiet.
Fiera 18
Harding 19.3/21.3
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Nov 14, 2023 11:09:57 GMT -6
Well, at least it was only a few pieces of riverweed. It took her only moments to clean up but alas, no shells were present beneath them. As she looked however, she heard another wet plopping sound behind her. The humanish turned around and sure enough, there was another piece of riverweed sitting on the sand behind her, where she had literally just flicked it away. "Oh. I think I know what's going on here." She said, her tone unenthused. She turned to the river and sure enough there was Harding, facing her way with a strand of riverweed in his mouth. The moment she saw him he let out a flurry of clicks and dove back into the water, disappearing before she could retaliate. "Really? Throwing stuff at me?" Fiera hissed at the water. "Well, at least he didn't actually hit me with any of them." She said, flicking her ear irritably.
Fiera 19
Harding 19.4/21.4
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Nov 14, 2023 11:23:13 GMT -6
After all, she didn't want any dirt on her lovely clothes- she had spent a lot of credits on this hiking gear. Apparently her neptica was bored though- or perhaps he had just come up with a "fun new game" that he wanted to share with her. She wasn't amused though- she didn't need her work being undone, or to get things thrown at her, no matter how clever he thought he was. "Harding, you'd better be good." She said warningly, shaking a finger at the water. He didn't have eyes, so he couldn't see her scolding gesture, but she knew he had ears that were quite good at echolocating and hearing, so hopefully he would get the point. Then, casting one last seething glance over her shoulder, Fiera turned to get back to work, tossing aside more plants to get at the shells underneath. She found a couple of nice small ones, but no real moneymakers as of yet.
Fiera 20
Harding 20.0/22.0
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Nov 14, 2023 11:26:24 GMT -6
A few moments later however, she felt... something in the air. A small shift, perhaps even a sound. She whirled around, her tail fluffing out in spite of herself, just in time for something green and slimy to whizz past her ear. She had only just barely managed to dodge it. "Harding! You brat, cut that out!" She screeched, stabbing her walking stick into the ground in time for emphasis. She heard a few amused clicks from the water as Harding dove back down again, clearly enjoying himself. Fiera hissed. Harding was normally a lot better behaved than this- even businesslike, one could call him- but she supposed every creature had their breaking point for boredom. And now she had to deal with it. "Well, if that's how he wants to play it then TWO can play at that game." She said, muttering to herself as she looked up and down the shoreline.
Fiera 1
Harding 20.1/22.1
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