23.Sep.18, 11:11 PM
Maneuvering the boat far enough from the dragons sounded like a good idea, as even though the two dragons were just relaxing while partially submerged at the moment, F’drel had no doubt Miri would get excited about something or other eventually and splash around and stir up the water, so he nodded at R’dal in agreement with the plan.
After that he focused on paddling the boat, which was actually kind of relaxing after a while if he didn’t think about trying to get anywhere and just paid attention to the rhythm of rowing. He carefully put the oar back in the boat when R’dal announced they were in a good spot, and turned towards the bluerider. F’drel mimicked R’dal and picked up the remaining fishing rod, shrugging at the question about the next step. He had no idea, he’d never done this before. Putting the bait on the hook seemed reasonable. With a frown, F’drel considered the bait. Worms. Which, despite R’dal’s noises of disgust to the contrary, weren’t that bad. Just rather thin to stick a hook through, weren’t they? It would be so easy for them just to fall off. Maybe stab them a few times? Wrap the worm around the hook a bit? F’drel gave that a try, winding the worm around the hook and poking it through the doomed wiggling creature three different times before deciding that should be sufficient.
“Do we drop it in the water now?” he asked, glancing at R’dal. There wasn’t like, secondary bait, right? Or another step he didn’t know about? As far as he knew it was just bait the hook and chuck it in. Nabol was landlocked, and while there was a lake within two days of the Hold F’drel had never gone outside the hold boundaries until he was searched, so no fishing or talking to fishermen for him. R’dal seemed to think he had some prior knowledge of the whole process, for some reason — maybe the fact he lived on an island these days? F’drel had no idea, but it was not helpful.
“I have genuinely no idea how to fish, R’dal,” he eventually admitted, staring at the baited hook. Maybe if R’dal knew how clueless F’drel was he’d offer more guidance and they’d actually get somewhere.
After that he focused on paddling the boat, which was actually kind of relaxing after a while if he didn’t think about trying to get anywhere and just paid attention to the rhythm of rowing. He carefully put the oar back in the boat when R’dal announced they were in a good spot, and turned towards the bluerider. F’drel mimicked R’dal and picked up the remaining fishing rod, shrugging at the question about the next step. He had no idea, he’d never done this before. Putting the bait on the hook seemed reasonable. With a frown, F’drel considered the bait. Worms. Which, despite R’dal’s noises of disgust to the contrary, weren’t that bad. Just rather thin to stick a hook through, weren’t they? It would be so easy for them just to fall off. Maybe stab them a few times? Wrap the worm around the hook a bit? F’drel gave that a try, winding the worm around the hook and poking it through the doomed wiggling creature three different times before deciding that should be sufficient.
“Do we drop it in the water now?” he asked, glancing at R’dal. There wasn’t like, secondary bait, right? Or another step he didn’t know about? As far as he knew it was just bait the hook and chuck it in. Nabol was landlocked, and while there was a lake within two days of the Hold F’drel had never gone outside the hold boundaries until he was searched, so no fishing or talking to fishermen for him. R’dal seemed to think he had some prior knowledge of the whole process, for some reason — maybe the fact he lived on an island these days? F’drel had no idea, but it was not helpful.
“I have genuinely no idea how to fish, R’dal,” he eventually admitted, staring at the baited hook. Maybe if R’dal knew how clueless F’drel was he’d offer more guidance and they’d actually get somewhere.