87th OF SUMMER, 515AV
5TH BELL, MORNING
EAST DOCKS, ANCIENT QUARTER
5TH BELL, MORNING
EAST DOCKS, ANCIENT QUARTER
The slightly wet wood of the misty morning made her calloused feet collect the sand of the beach like a magnet. But the Svefra didn't mind, sand and saltwater was not new to her. She had found someone's dock, stretching out near the kelp farms. It was quiet and undisturbed, especially so early in the morning, when the sun had not yet risen but the sky had lightened. Perhaps the sun had risen, Eliro simply couldn't see it because of the mountains surrounding the sleeping city.
Setting her basket, fishing kit and pole down, Eliro stooped to cross her legs at the end of the dock. Taking a breath, the Svefra took a quiet moment to enjoy the silence around her. The serenity of sitting down with a pole and fishing was always calming for Eliro. Like any other Svefra, she constantly had to be busy. Either she was an emotional whirlwind, or she was practicing her weapon or sailing out into the bay for one reason or another. No matter the reason, simply sitting, cross legged on the end of a quiet Zeltivian dock, was rare.
It was only a few ticks before Eliro felt the urge to jump in, but that would defeat the point of the choosing the incredibly calm morning for fishing. Turning to her kit, she pulled out her jar of miscellaneous fishing bait, pulling a stringy worm from the depleted mess. Cringing at the smell of rotting bait, she quickly hooked it on her pole and wiped her fingers off on her trousers. Unlocking the reel, she moved her fishing pole over her shoulder, trying to adjust her aim. Then, without warning, Eliro swung the pole forward, trying to make sure the hook whipped out instead of in and hit her in the head. She was successful, however her throw was not as hard as she thought it was and the pole fell short.
Her immediate reaction was to reel it in and try again, but she remembered how her father told her, even if the aim was not perfect, there is no use in telling the fish of her intentions. Sure, diving in and convincing them to enter her bucket would be easier, but she was a horrible fisher. Which was mildly shameful for a Svefra, so she needed to brush up on her skills. Locking her reel once more so she would feel it when the fish grabbed, Eliro settled in for a long wait.
As a Svefra, she preferred to forage for sea plants for her meals, but today she needed something more substantial. The rumors of Matthew's Bay yielding little for the land-dwellers to eat was only partially true in her opinion. Yes, the fish and crustaceans were scarce, but the vegetation was plentiful. As a child, she was taught to rely on the sea for nourishment. Saltwater was her hydration and every organism in the Sea would offer her life. Of course, she always offered in return and was careful not to take too much.
She was taught to respect what she took from Caiyha. Pray for the life the plant or animal sacrifices so you can eat. Never pick all of vegetation and always leave enough for the plant and other creatures, even if it meant less for yourself. In Caiyha's mind, she was never first, merely one of many who need the cycle to survive.
After only two chimes of waiting, Eliro tugged at her line only slightly, hoping to lure the fish into the moving prey. Perhaps she moved it too much, or not at all because it didn't work.
Setting her basket, fishing kit and pole down, Eliro stooped to cross her legs at the end of the dock. Taking a breath, the Svefra took a quiet moment to enjoy the silence around her. The serenity of sitting down with a pole and fishing was always calming for Eliro. Like any other Svefra, she constantly had to be busy. Either she was an emotional whirlwind, or she was practicing her weapon or sailing out into the bay for one reason or another. No matter the reason, simply sitting, cross legged on the end of a quiet Zeltivian dock, was rare.
It was only a few ticks before Eliro felt the urge to jump in, but that would defeat the point of the choosing the incredibly calm morning for fishing. Turning to her kit, she pulled out her jar of miscellaneous fishing bait, pulling a stringy worm from the depleted mess. Cringing at the smell of rotting bait, she quickly hooked it on her pole and wiped her fingers off on her trousers. Unlocking the reel, she moved her fishing pole over her shoulder, trying to adjust her aim. Then, without warning, Eliro swung the pole forward, trying to make sure the hook whipped out instead of in and hit her in the head. She was successful, however her throw was not as hard as she thought it was and the pole fell short.
Her immediate reaction was to reel it in and try again, but she remembered how her father told her, even if the aim was not perfect, there is no use in telling the fish of her intentions. Sure, diving in and convincing them to enter her bucket would be easier, but she was a horrible fisher. Which was mildly shameful for a Svefra, so she needed to brush up on her skills. Locking her reel once more so she would feel it when the fish grabbed, Eliro settled in for a long wait.
As a Svefra, she preferred to forage for sea plants for her meals, but today she needed something more substantial. The rumors of Matthew's Bay yielding little for the land-dwellers to eat was only partially true in her opinion. Yes, the fish and crustaceans were scarce, but the vegetation was plentiful. As a child, she was taught to rely on the sea for nourishment. Saltwater was her hydration and every organism in the Sea would offer her life. Of course, she always offered in return and was careful not to take too much.
She was taught to respect what she took from Caiyha. Pray for the life the plant or animal sacrifices so you can eat. Never pick all of vegetation and always leave enough for the plant and other creatures, even if it meant less for yourself. In Caiyha's mind, she was never first, merely one of many who need the cycle to survive.
After only two chimes of waiting, Eliro tugged at her line only slightly, hoping to lure the fish into the moving prey. Perhaps she moved it too much, or not at all because it didn't work.