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24.Apr.18, 01:14 AM
F’drel laughed at Ambrya’s confidence that Scarlet was the dumbest firelizard. “You know her better, so I suppose I better defer to your judgement on her intelligence.” He turned to watch the little flit, still winging around Ambrya’s head. “I managed to never end up with one by sheer luck. Impressed less than half a turn after being Searched, and after that they aren’t so keen to give you one if you’re not asking about eggs. Though I will admit, I was curious about the name.” He said, switching his attention back to the goldrider from the oddly named firelizard. “Makes sense though. And, considering I’d look awful with red hair, that’s another reason to be grateful my hair is dark.”
He watched her attempt to pick up the fish, wincing in empathy when she jumped back. “To be fair to you, fishing is not normally done with your bare hands.” F’drel pointed out, laughing along with her. “Should I have a go?” He asked, already taking his boots off and rolling up his pants as best he could. He hardly wanted soaked boots over a fish. Footwear set aside, F’drel took a few steps closer to the fish. Very carefully F’drel reached forward with both hands to grab the fish, lifting it off the sand. It managed to wriggle enough that it slipped free of one of his hands, but he managed to keep hold of it with the other. Quickly he grabbed it again with the other hand, holding it awkwardly out in front of him.
“I forgot how slippery these things were.” He said, starting to walk towards the waves to make the most of holding the fish. At any moment it could break free and then they’d have to try to catch it all over again. As he approached the surf, Halomirth noticed him and came bouncing over.
F’drel! Are you joining us? I thought you weren’t swimming.
“I’m returning this fish to the ocean.” He said, aloud for Ambrya’s benefit. Halmoirth tilted her head at that, eyes whirling curiously.
Why? Don’t we eat those? She asked.
“Ambrya and I aren’t going to eat it now, and we have no real way to preserve it, so we’re just putting it back. If you really want to eat it you can ask Ambrya. It’s her fish, after all.” F’drel explained, really hoping he could just put the wiggling cold thing down.
No, that’s alright, if Tesamyth’s rider wants to put it back that’s good. Halomirth decided, still watching F’drel and the fish intently.
“Alright then.” F’drel said, looking back to Ambrya for final confirmation before releasing the fish into the shallows. It dashed off instantly, and F’drel quickly rinsed his hands in the salt water before returning to Ambrya.
“There we are. And only a little fishier for it.” He said, smiling. “Did you get all your shells back?”
He watched her attempt to pick up the fish, wincing in empathy when she jumped back. “To be fair to you, fishing is not normally done with your bare hands.” F’drel pointed out, laughing along with her. “Should I have a go?” He asked, already taking his boots off and rolling up his pants as best he could. He hardly wanted soaked boots over a fish. Footwear set aside, F’drel took a few steps closer to the fish. Very carefully F’drel reached forward with both hands to grab the fish, lifting it off the sand. It managed to wriggle enough that it slipped free of one of his hands, but he managed to keep hold of it with the other. Quickly he grabbed it again with the other hand, holding it awkwardly out in front of him.
“I forgot how slippery these things were.” He said, starting to walk towards the waves to make the most of holding the fish. At any moment it could break free and then they’d have to try to catch it all over again. As he approached the surf, Halomirth noticed him and came bouncing over.
F’drel! Are you joining us? I thought you weren’t swimming.
“I’m returning this fish to the ocean.” He said, aloud for Ambrya’s benefit. Halmoirth tilted her head at that, eyes whirling curiously.
Why? Don’t we eat those? She asked.
“Ambrya and I aren’t going to eat it now, and we have no real way to preserve it, so we’re just putting it back. If you really want to eat it you can ask Ambrya. It’s her fish, after all.” F’drel explained, really hoping he could just put the wiggling cold thing down.
No, that’s alright, if Tesamyth’s rider wants to put it back that’s good. Halomirth decided, still watching F’drel and the fish intently.
“Alright then.” F’drel said, looking back to Ambrya for final confirmation before releasing the fish into the shallows. It dashed off instantly, and F’drel quickly rinsed his hands in the salt water before returning to Ambrya.
“There we are. And only a little fishier for it.” He said, smiling. “Did you get all your shells back?”
