The river was an interesting place... to Emery, at least. Would most might find the idea of spending hours trying to catch a creature that you didn’t even know was there boring, Emery found it fascinating. This area had so many unnamed and undescribed species that it was an absolute dream to the average icthyologist. Not to mention how the biota of the river, according to Emery’s research, changed between the wet and dry seasons. The creatures you’d find one season simply wouldn’t be there the next, adding to the overall richness of the experience. Emery was thrilled to take part in it, even if she didn’t have any... let’s call it specialized equipment at the moment. Indeed, all she had was a length of string, some twine, and some chicken scraps to use as makeshift bait for the fish. Even then however, anything she’d could get was better than nothing.
Not to mention, Emery wasn’t the physically fittest woman around. In comparison to many of her peers, she simply wouldn’t be able to keep up when mining or exploring The Eccentric’s Mansion. Which wasn’t to say she wouldn’t do it eventually, but for now it was nice to simply spend a day in the sun where she could just sit for most of the time. Her knees would thank her, at the very least. And it was an excellent day. A perfect sixty five degrees Fahrenheit despite how late in spring it was, with nary a cloud in the sky for her troubles. Of course, she had more than her own well-being to worry about. She had brought a new pet of hers, dubbed Klik, with her. He was a strange creature, to say the least. One of those newfangled fossil pets that the museum was raising.
Emery was fascinated by technology used to create Klik among other prehistoric creatures, but she was mostly frustrated by the fact that she wasn’t allowed access to it. What sort of city of science was this if the scientists weren’t willing to share their findings? They were literally raising extinct species from the dead but played dumb when asked how they did it. Or maybe they weren’t raising them from the dead, and were instead just creating creatures wholesale BASED on the fossils they were brought and filling in the gaps with their own imaginations. Emery was pretty sure that was how most of the creature producing businesses in the city operated. If that was the case though, Emery had to admit she would be less impressed. It wasn’t that she didn’t mind a bit of creativity- she had taken quite a great deal of it in her own form.
But to pass it off as the real thing, well. Emery did abhor dishonesty. If everyone else was just a bit less dishonest about their work, perhaps progress would move along just a little bit faster. Not that any of that was Klik’s fault, however. He was just an animal, after all. And a fine little animal at that. Even if he was a work of fantasy simply based on a fossil, it was difficult to tell from looking at him. He was the spitting image of the crustacean that had been delivered to the museum caked in amber. He crawled along the shoreline, poking at various rocks before moving on, moving in that sudden, jerky way that insects were known for. Some found it creepy, but Emery found it both fascinating and charming. Such an odd method of movement in comparison to mammals, but just as effective as anything else.
Then again, Emery was pretty sure her own movements were just as upsetting to people on occasion. She was well aware that the way she looked, moved, and spoke was far from “normal”. Perhaps that was why she liked beasts so much. They didn’t judge quite as much, and were just a little more similar to her. Klik was hardly aware of this similarity, however. In fact, were it not for the fact that he was tied to Emery, he would likely hardly notice her presence at all and would scamper off into the wilderness without a second thought. The area around them was quite interesting, after all. They strolled through a forest on the border of the river, walking along a narrow cliff side supported by tree roots with the massive boughs of the encroaching oaks stretching overhead and keeping everything shaded by their bulk nice and cool.
The river burbled amiably to Emery’s left, and the roots of the trees made the path she and Klik walked on bumpy but otherwise stable. There was little chance of it crumbling under her weight, which meant that her only issue was if she tripped. And if she just kept walking slowly and carefully, that wouldn’t be an issue. Still, she supposed she should try some actual fishing. Emery tied Klik’s “leash” (in actuality, a rather long piece of twine tied around his midsection that Emery kept a tight grip on) to her belt loop, ensuring that the arthropod couldn’t get too far from her while she got her equipment together. She plucked the hook from a plastic case in her back pocket and tied it to a spool of fishing thread she had also brought, ending up with a nice, sharp hook on a string.
Then she opened up another pouch that was clasped onto her hip, pulling out a plastic baggie. It was full of pre-cooked chicken scraps. They were inedible to people, but would hopefully be acceptable bait for fish. If she was lucky, that is. She pressed one onto a hook roughly, trying to work around the trembling in her hand. Klik wandered up to her curiously, no doubt smelling the chicken. Emery held the hook closely as she closed the bag of bait again. She didn’t want Klik to try stealing all of her bait, nor did she want him trying to take the bait that was already on the hook and choking himself. A trip to the vet would be very expensive for Emery at her current level of income, which was... not much. Thankfully, Klik wasn’t quite quick enough yet to pull off either sort of heist.
She managed to stuff the bag of chicken back into her hip pouch while pushing away grabby carapaced limbs. With that, she had a fully baited hook. She stood up, pushing herself upright with her cane before tossing it into the water without another word. It spiraled down and splashed into the water, with Klik staring mournfully after it, no doubt wishing that he was the one who had gotten to claim it. She gently tugged the bug away from the edge. “Klik. Stay by me.” She ordered quietly. She kept the string on the parts of her hand that still had skin so she could hopefully feel the tug when something bit it... IF anything bit it. She didn’t have hopes that were too high about this whole fishing venture, and figured she would be lucky enough to get away with just a couple of weeds for her trouble.
Emery tossed the hook into the water, watching as it splashed a little before sinking out of sight in the gentle waves. Perfect. She’d keep walking from here then, and try and pay attention to anything that may be tugging on the line. Considering how poor her “fishing rod” was, she doubted it would be much. This was mostly just an opportunity for her to get to know Klik better. As they walked however, she did find SOMETHING. Up ahead, a full looked at her and squawked loudly before taking off, not wanting to compete with a human for its meal. Emery was hardly going to hurt it- what would she do with a seagull anyway? But she understood the reason for it fleeing, of course. That being said however, it turned out that the gull left something behind, the remnants of the meal it had been working on.
Emery hobbled over to get a closer look. It looked like the bird had managed to fish a clam out of the water before breaking it open by dropping it from above. It was pretty impressive for a seagull. Normally bivalves were too difficult for them to pry off of the rocks, and even more difficult to break open. It must have been a lot of hard work. On closer inspection, it looked like she hadn’t interrupted much after all, though. The shell had already been picked pretty much clean by the bird, and it had most likely been picking it over for scraps when Emery had arrived. As she examined it further though, the woman realized that there was a beautiful mother of pearl sheen to the inside of th shell. Emery was pretty sure that shells like this carried some value if they were pretty enough- perhaps it would be worth her while to take it with her.
She bent over the pick it up, carefully prying it away from Klik, who was now also trying to get the last scraps off of it. Hmm. Emery supposed that that answered any questions she had about what Klik ate. She had seen him eat plants before, but apparently he was more omnivorous than she thought. Still, she didn’t want him eating a random clam he found on the ground, so she snatched the shell away as quickly as she could before stuffing it in the bag on the other side of her hip. She decided to make that one the “shell bag”, keeping any of the hard goods she found safe. With that done they could now move on, and Emery began walking down the path again. Klik needed a little encouragement to follow though, as he was still poring over the spot where the shell had been, searching for any leftover scraps.
“Klik. There’s nothing left. We’re leaving now.” She said, tugging on the leash until she was practically dragging the little prehistoric bug away from its finding. He clearly wasn’t happy to go, but at least she was pretty sure he had a short attention span. He glanced back a couple more times as they walked, but Emery was able to get him to follow along.
Now that she looked around some more however, she realized that there were a lot of birds in this area, not just the gull. Emery’s heavy head made it difficult for her to look up, but when she did she was greeted by dozens of flapping wings and chirping beaks, and even at a glance she could identify multiple species. She supposed that this was a good area for them. Shallow water meant that fish, snails, insect larvae and clams that were normally inaccessible to them would be revealed.
This meant that flocks of opportunistic birds had taken the chance to show up and feast. The area was hardly picked clean, however. The rushing water was fresh, cool, and oxygenated, ensuring that everything could thrive. The birds were simply helping to thin the herd, as it was. Emery certainly appreciated the chorus greeting her and Klik, though she couldn’t pick out the songs of any bird species that she recognized. Still, it made their walk all the more pleasant. Emery thought that this strip of root supported cliff side would have dropped off or leveled out by now but no, it was holding steady. The woman hadn’t felt any tugs on her makeshift fishing line either, despite having dragged it through the water for a while now. That was to be expected though- fishing was all about patience, right? She just needed to wait a while longer.
Zenjesi: Hey Silv - how do you pronounce Kodakai?
Nov 17, 2023 18:23:56 GMT -6
Twilight-Claw: Not to mention the baby mosca with wolf skin from Elvye and the sparkling owl of Xentus. <3
Nov 14, 2023 10:27:52 GMT -6
Twilight-Claw: I like the Donnor one not just with looks FF, but the description, funny as heck.
Nov 14, 2023 10:26:27 GMT -6
Zenjesi: yours both made me laugh, FF! They're very expressive
Nov 13, 2023 21:57:46 GMT -6
Fiera Ferella: Woooow Twilight, I love that witch drawing!!! :0 It's so pretty! And Zenjesi I think Spectral is my favorite out of yours lol. Just looks happy to be included. and silver now i wanna know which pets youd pick for the other legendary beasts. XD
Nov 13, 2023 21:37:45 GMT -6
Silver: Ah I'm so glad you guys enjoyed it! I love everyone's drawings they're all so cute. ;o;
Nov 13, 2023 17:31:37 GMT -6
Twilight-Claw: I like that one as well yeah, loved the old nootnoot image from quest prizes, so that one went perfectly with that particular costume being based around it. X3
Nov 13, 2023 15:23:13 GMT -6
Twilight-Claw: The jewelry on tail or at the head definitely tends to be their most recognizable feature for a Mosca, and sadly their pharaoh chin piece as well. XD
Nov 13, 2023 15:21:07 GMT -6
Zenjesi: Your peanut costume is hilarious and adorable too!
Nov 13, 2023 15:14:29 GMT -6
Zenjesi: Yes you're correct! I guess I did a decent enough job with the drawing!
Nov 13, 2023 15:05:27 GMT -6
Twilight-Claw: It still looks good on Synkka. She is a shaman Mosca I'm guessing? Its mostly the tail that makes me think of it.
Nov 13, 2023 15:00:42 GMT -6
Zenjesi: I definitely like Spectral's the most too! I sort of cheated by drawing Synkka with a cloak because I do not know how to draw feathered wings, haha ^^'
Nov 13, 2023 13:45:15 GMT -6
Twilight-Claw: Which one do you like the most out of the three you made?
Nov 13, 2023 12:09:48 GMT -6
Twilight-Claw: Thanks for that compliment! Though I know with the water it doesn't look entirely great, I love the latter one I made the most.
Nov 13, 2023 12:09:30 GMT -6