28.Jun.13, 06:33 AM
Someone had once told Casa that right after it rained was the best time to go fishing; the water settled and the fish felt free to come up and scrounge around without risk of the rain pelting them. As she glanced up at the heavy clouds that seemed to be slowly wandering away from the Weyr, she hoped that advice had been right. She had been asked to go fishing and seeing what she could find - fish made for a good meal when it could be found, and was great for preserving besides. Seeing as she enjoyed fishing, it wasn't much of a chore for her, and she had gladly accepted the task.
However, due to the fact the rain had cleared up, she wasn't in a position to pester her father for a ride to the lake. This meant she would have to try the river. She didn't seem to have as much success with the river. The moving water seemed to discourage the fish from curiosity of lures and baits as they moved along. However, she was willing to give it a try. And after a morning of washing and repairing her clothes, a trip to the river sounded much better and far more entertaining than checking glows or sorting vegetables.
Skipping outside, she scooped up her basket of bait, her net, and a pack full of meatrolls. She had also stuffed a couple pairs of pants in there; several of them had recently become more and more worn out. She would have to go request new clothes before much longer, and she didn't want to deal with the fuss of measurements and such. Or, the risk of skirts. She was 13 now, which meant she was destined to be forced into dresses soon. She wrinkled her nose and set out for the river side.
Upon arrival, it looked as if the river was mostly quiet. She didn't notice any riders or dragons, which meant the fish were more likely to catch. She threw the net out, pulling the edge onto shore and sitting on it while she munched on a meatroll. After brushing her hands clean, she pulled out one of her pairs of trousers and begin to sew in slow, even lines along the bottom hems, focusing on the soft sound of the river flowing by along and the minute, detailed stitches she was creating.
However, due to the fact the rain had cleared up, she wasn't in a position to pester her father for a ride to the lake. This meant she would have to try the river. She didn't seem to have as much success with the river. The moving water seemed to discourage the fish from curiosity of lures and baits as they moved along. However, she was willing to give it a try. And after a morning of washing and repairing her clothes, a trip to the river sounded much better and far more entertaining than checking glows or sorting vegetables.
Skipping outside, she scooped up her basket of bait, her net, and a pack full of meatrolls. She had also stuffed a couple pairs of pants in there; several of them had recently become more and more worn out. She would have to go request new clothes before much longer, and she didn't want to deal with the fuss of measurements and such. Or, the risk of skirts. She was 13 now, which meant she was destined to be forced into dresses soon. She wrinkled her nose and set out for the river side.
Upon arrival, it looked as if the river was mostly quiet. She didn't notice any riders or dragons, which meant the fish were more likely to catch. She threw the net out, pulling the edge onto shore and sitting on it while she munched on a meatroll. After brushing her hands clean, she pulled out one of her pairs of trousers and begin to sew in slow, even lines along the bottom hems, focusing on the soft sound of the river flowing by along and the minute, detailed stitches she was creating.