09.Jul.13, 03:34 PM
Quenym was busy laughing at her accusation ('awful monster' indeed! He was a WONDERFUL monster!) when she tugged at the net beneath his feet. He fell back into the water, and came up sputtering and laughing as more and more of the mud was rinsed off from him. "I didn't do any of thoooose!" he exclaimed proudly. "I just was building a moat around the herdbeasts to protect them from the wild whers and wherries! It's not MY fault no one can appreciate my handiwork!" He dove under again to finish rinsing off.
When he came up again, he pickered his lips and let a slow stream of water spurt from them at Casa, but she was far too far away to be hit. Quenym sighed and let himself lean backwards to float on his back. "Fiiiine! I'm not on your net anymore! You are SUCH a big meanie, making me fall like that. Now we've probably scared aaaaalll the fish away." Taking a breath, Quenym dipped under the wayer, then came up and walked out towards the bank. "Though I will take you up on that sweets. Betcha I can get more than you," he dared, a gleam in his eyes.
He sat down next to her. "So. What's the deal with the fishing? Just fun? Or is there an amazing rare fish that's going to come up at any point and start attacking the weyr? Are you going to be the first defense? I don't know how you don't get bored with it. Takes forever for the fish to figure out they want the worms. I don't get it. When I'm hungry I just go for it, no nibbling around the edges before diving in like they do." It was a rush of words, forgetting to mention that he himself had brought food. But a small moment after his rush, he turned around and leaned back, snagging the sack that he had dropped to the ground behind the girl. "And I brought some too, but fish sounds like it'll go GREAT with it. I can start the fire!"
The workers in the caverns rarely let him around fire for fear of what mischief he could do around it. Or with it. But he knew how to build one. That skill came in handy when he was out for a long time. And besides... Fish. Definitely tasted better cooked.
When he came up again, he pickered his lips and let a slow stream of water spurt from them at Casa, but she was far too far away to be hit. Quenym sighed and let himself lean backwards to float on his back. "Fiiiine! I'm not on your net anymore! You are SUCH a big meanie, making me fall like that. Now we've probably scared aaaaalll the fish away." Taking a breath, Quenym dipped under the wayer, then came up and walked out towards the bank. "Though I will take you up on that sweets. Betcha I can get more than you," he dared, a gleam in his eyes.
He sat down next to her. "So. What's the deal with the fishing? Just fun? Or is there an amazing rare fish that's going to come up at any point and start attacking the weyr? Are you going to be the first defense? I don't know how you don't get bored with it. Takes forever for the fish to figure out they want the worms. I don't get it. When I'm hungry I just go for it, no nibbling around the edges before diving in like they do." It was a rush of words, forgetting to mention that he himself had brought food. But a small moment after his rush, he turned around and leaned back, snagging the sack that he had dropped to the ground behind the girl. "And I brought some too, but fish sounds like it'll go GREAT with it. I can start the fire!"
The workers in the caverns rarely let him around fire for fear of what mischief he could do around it. Or with it. But he knew how to build one. That skill came in handy when he was out for a long time. And besides... Fish. Definitely tasted better cooked.