19th day, Spring 513 AV.
Early morning, the sky began to flicker with lightning, the winds beginning to pick up. It seemed as if it was about to rain, or at least it threatening to. This did not bother Ruza, she loved the rain, it just seemed like the perfect time to dance. There was very little light from the sky, mostly grey and overcast. This made it slightly difficult for Ruza to navigate her way without tripping over a rock she had not seen right away, or almost slipping on wet rocks that sat close to the shore.
Yet Ruza decided it was time to wonder along the shoreline, more or less trying to relax before she takes that boat ride to Nyka. Admittedly she was a little bit nervous, she can swim, but she was not confident in her ability to make it out of the water without drowning somehow. She figured if she just took some time to relax she might be able to take a boat ride without any anxiety. Until then she was going to attempt to teach herself how to fish, maybe. She did foolishly buy fishing supplies without any knowledge of how to do it. Why not attempt to learn the hard way? It just meant she would have to try harder.
Finally she reached a pretty secluded place along the shoreline, it looked comfortable and she had decided this would be the place to set up. Setting down her fishing gear for a moment she began to scan the area for a comfortable place to sit that was close enough to the water. That's when she noticed some men not to far away sitting in their boats patiently as each of them held a rod. One of them seemed to be setting up his bait on his hook, with that she looked down at her own rod and attempts to put the lure in place. Her fingers fumbled clumsily with the small seemingly slippery piece of object she has ever handled. Dropping it into the sand, she curses below her breath and squats down to pick it back up.