Faylynn

Faylynn

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The woods of Suldaza hummed with the activity of the creatures that lived there. Chirping of birds, chattering of the rodents, crickets telling the temperature of the woods, bellowing of deer in the distance. The sounds were accompanied by the sound of crunching leaves and rustling of low branches as a pair of black leather boots came casually crashing through them. The boots were worn by a female elf who was on the shorter end, sporting dark blue hair that was pulled back in to a ponytail, and scanning the area with her red eyes. She wore her signature look, a green sleeveless shirt that had a turtleneck collar to it, a pair of brown trousers, and a black jacket tied around her hips. It wasn’t too terribly cold, so the weather permitted her to feel freer as she held the stick with string and a hook at its end over her left shoulder. Over her right shoulder was a messenger bag of fishing supplies and wood blocks and little knives to whittle with.

Her little camp she set up was just a short walk away from the water, to not disturb the natural woods and the creatures that lived there too much. “What I would do for a big score right now…” She tells the area around her, figuring there was no one around to bother responding. She grumbles as she rests her hand on her bag as she makes it to the riverbank. After she put a lure on her hook, she casted her makeshift pole into the water before seating herself quietly on the ground. She closed her eyes as she gingerly held onto the pole with one hand, enjoying the sounds of the water rushing by, and the animals in the distance that were staying away from her. This felt like heaven to her. No one to annoy her, question her, lock her up. The only thing that would make it better? The afterglow of a rush of getting some money and keeping it.

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@Garrod Arlette
 
There at the bank, beside some bush, Garrod sat. Partially obscured, for, he imagined, fish had a way of sensing your being there, if you made it too easy.

Stillness. Quiet. Patience. Aye, those were the ways of the fisher.

Oh, but if you were just a lowly fisherman, Oh Bearer Mine. The fiend within the jewel of his pale white gauntlet, strapped and worn despite the lack of any other proper armor, crackled and crunched its whispers within his mind. Just another soul, put to such simple toils.

If the voice bothered him any, it didn't show beyond the tilt of his brows. His face, mostly placid, as his lone green eye watched the shift and ripple of the waters. The way his string cut through the surface. Ever so. Sliced across its glassy skin with the slightest of pulls of the rod, and the easiest wind of the reel. Its delicate machinery clicking and clacking easy against the forest sounds.

Come the crunch of boots. The gait of bipedal step. Garrod paused a moment. Looked up to find whatever was the source of the noise. Felt a tug at the end of his line. Eye snapped back to the water. Hands already moving to hook the bite with a zip and a quiet grunt as his body flexed to the catch.
 
It took her a moment, but the dark haired woman heard something that sounded a bit out of the ordinary to her. At least in the middle of the forest it would be. She perked her head up and started to look around. From where she had set herself, the bush was blocking her view, but she suddenly spied a better fishing pole coming out from the other side of the bush that already had a line in the water. Of course, she would find someplace that someone was already fishing at. Just her luck, huh? She huffs for a moment as she wasn’t sure who the person could be, or if they were waiting on her exactly. She reached into her bag and gripped a dagger without pulling it out of the bag. “I didn’t mean to take your spot. I thought I was alone in the forest here.” Of course she was a bit miffed about it, but she couldn’t fault fishers enjoying their time by the waters here.

Grumbling quietly to herself, she was now debating on if she should leave her spot to not disturb the fisher, or just stay where she sat herself and continue her own fishing. She was tense though, so she wouldn’t be able to focus on fishing. With a hiss, she stabs the end of her pole into the ground and stands herself up to her full height again. She wanted a look at the person on the other side of the bush. Would it be reckless? Probably. But knowing was better than being stabbed in the back in her mind.

She reached her hand out to move the top of the bush to see the person who was fishing there. Her red eyes studied the man for a moment, trying to decide for herself if she should run or not. Her fishing pole wasn’t worth anything to her as she made it out of at least a stick she found in the forest, and some fishing line she had bought. She would need to buy more, but it wouldn’t be too bad in her mind moneywise. “Want me to leave you to fish alone?” She questions as she glared down at the man who just had to be in the area she was camping at. She would need to relocate herself now since someone else was so close.

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@Garrod Arlette
 
“I didn’t mean to take your spot. I thought I was alone in the forest here.”
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Garrod tackled the fishing pole. Working it in jerks, and letting the line run when the fish fought hard. Pushed a breath out. Worked the reel quick with turn over turn of the lever. All the little machine parts whirred and whizzed as the hempen fishing line zipped and cut across the water's surface in little sprays.

"What?" He calls out mid reel.

A sizeable trout leaps from the water. Splashes back in and fights hard.

Garrod works himself onto his feet, and angles the bugger he plans to eat if he can land it proper.

"Want me to leave you to fish alone?"
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He squints his brows. The voice comes from his blind side. He shakes his head. Still working the line closer and closer to shore until he can see the scaly catch. "I mean, why would I care?" he asks bluntly. Walks closer to the water as he goes on reeling. "Lake's plenty big for two people," pulls and pulls and yanks!

Up goes the fish. And he snags it with his white clawed hand.
 
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The dark blue haired woman crossed her arms as she watched the man’s technique with the fishing pole. She stayed relatively quiet for him as he fished, trying to not distract him too much as he was trying to reel it in. She was internally cursing herself for not having one of her own, but those things break easily at the same time when traveling often. Having the line tied to a stick was easier to dispose of in a jiffy. She glanced towards the water as the fish leapt out of the water before the man went to continue fishing it out. She questioned him on if he’d like her to leave him be, and she noticed the shift in his brow before he shook his head. She assumed that she must have been annoying him.

She slowly turned herself towards where she had been, but was watching how he fished still. He responded to her question with a question of his own, and she tilted her head some. His next comment had her snorting softly and she nodded softly. “It’s a river, but I suppose it is plenty big. That’s a pretty good lookin’ trout.” She puts her right hand on her right hip and leans on that leg. “I wanted to make sure you were fine with having company. I’ve come across some old geezers before who didn’t care to have someone like myself near ‘em and fishing alongside them.” The elf waved her left hand a bit in the air, before she moved to grab her stick pole.

Regardless of the fact the man told her he didn’t mind her being nearby, she would still be moving her camp away from here for the time being. She noticed her stick was now flat on the ground, and forward a short distance from the hole she originally forced it in. Great. A fish had gotten her line while she wasn’t holding it and tried to take her pole with it. She bet her lure was gone now too. She hissed to herself about the fish being dumb and taking her lure as she picked up the stick and pulled back on the line, easily getting it and revealing the bare hook. She stabbed the stick in the dirt again as she went digging in her messenger bag for her lure again. She would need to get some better lure when she found some again. Paying for it though? That part was questionable.

The thief glanced towards the man who was now her fishing companion, she had noticed the eyepatch a moment ago, and puffed a cheek up before she groaned to herself. What was she doing? “Want me to stay on this side of you? Feel rude to keep on talking to you here though.” She huffed as she lulled her head to her right. She finally pulls out her lure and opens the container to put another lure on her hook. She wanted to be sure this new face to her was fine where she was before she threw it in the water again. But she didn’t want to be waiting too long as she needed food to eat. It had been a bit of time since she ate last. She actually couldn’t quite tell you when, as she hadn’t paid it any mind.

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@Garrod Arlette
 
Garrod stared at the shimmering current. Squint his brows. "So it is," he admitted. Might have been too high on the whispers of his demon to make sense. Might have been a simple slip of the tongue. Who could really say, as he took knife from his boot, and held the fish still beneath the press of his bonewhite claw.

You should just leave it to me, Oh Bearer Mine. Let me take it. Let me consume it. The voice of the fiend trapped within the opalescent jewel egged. Raw as it is. Shimmering as it does. Oh, how it wriggles! How it squirms!

Thunk. Went the knife. Straight through the creature's skull.

"Want me to stay on this side of you? Feel rude to keep on talking to you here though."
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Garrod turned his head, so that he could see past his nose. "Could move as you please, stranger," he said as the blood oozed out of the fish. "Doesn't bother me none, but, if it makes you feel more comfortable," he gave an easy shrug. "By all means," hacked the fish down just past the gill plate, careful not to cut clean through. Sawed his way through in sure pushes and pulls.

Soon enough, there were two clean fillets. The guts and entrails kept in a little heap.

"Names Garrod, by the by," the white haired fisherman stated. Already moving to set up a cook pit.
 
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