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Center of scholarly knowledge and shipwrighting, Zeltiva is a port city unlike any other in Mizahar. [Lore]

Teach a Man to Fish

Postby Rhorin Gale on October 18th, 2016, 3:41 am

13th of Fall, 416AV

The early noon had Gale walking into town, bow strung across his bare chest and a cap on his quiver; to keep the guards at ease. He enjoyed the smell of the docks as they drew nearer. If not for the crowded street, he might have run the distance. It was going to be a pleasant day, he was sure of it.

Once or twice, he excused himself for bumping into another person. Some were polite in return, others were a bit more grumpy. Once or twice, he thought he might have been struck if not for the intimidating longbow across his broad chest. He may not be a violent man, but that did not mean he did not look intimidating to the right person.

He turned left onto the main road through the Old Quarter. He did not quite like this part of the city, what with its political higher-ups always looking down on people. He knew not all who were from Old Quarter were bad, but he had his fair share of unsavory encounters with the snobbish types. It was still not nearly as bad as the Ancient Quarter.

The Sailor's Quarter was a bit easier of a trip. His pace slowed and his eyes wandered. He hoped to see his mother out and about today, or maybe his sisters. No such luck. No doubt by this time they would already be out on the waves with their own crews. Life of a Konti in Zeltiva, he guessed. Every ship wants one.

His pace picked back up at East Street. He did not hustle like some might. Gale knew there were some downtrodden people in this part of town, and that being fast only made you a fast target. Being slow made you easy, made you seem care free... made you seem less protective.

Gale came to a dead stop... His jaw shifts as thoughts enter and ideas brew. He did have a pocket full of Mizas. He could easily have himself a merry old time. His murky blue gaze had fallen on a woman outside of a building: The Touchy Subject. He had been in once or twice... only to view the wares.

Sigh. Not today. Wrong kind of fish. And so he moved on... His end destination was the dock. He figured few fishermen would be over here, so no one would mind him trying out a few new "fishing" arrows. Fish fillet sounded much better than another burnt rabbit stew right about now.
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Teach a Man to Fish

Postby Rhorin Gale on October 19th, 2016, 1:30 am

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The dock was fairly empty when he arrived. A bit more run down than the Old Quarter's dock, he figured many fishermen would prefer the pristine boards further up the shoreline. Gale didn't mind in the slightest.

He was tempted to take off his simple shoes, but the thought of possible splinters and a thief running off with his footwear said otherwise. Instead, he reaches back to flip off the thin leather cap strung over the bulk of his arrows. The cap dangled lightly at his back as he drew and knocked the first.

The arrow felt lighter, the head was small and barbed and the fletching felt a little different. He imagined the feathers were from water fowl of some kind, and treated by the Fletcher. It was an interesting feel. He ran his digits gently over the bristles, caught up in the sensation.

Yanking his focus back to the task at hand, he drew back. With one foot on the edge of the dock, he pointed his arrow down at the water. He focused, watching the dark shapes beneath the water. Taking aim at the largest, he released!

Thwap! The arrow vanished into the water. That... doesn't look right... Tiny air bubbles followed the arrow down, but the moment the arrow had made them they already seemed out of place. Did his arrow turn? He knocked another arrow and drew back. This time, his eyes were on the arrow itself as he released. Thwap! Sure enough, the arrow slightly deflected in the water, veering ever so slightly off course.

Petch! Catching himself before his curse was verbalized, he peers around for sight of others. No one was around, luckily. At least, no one was around that he could see. Instead, Gale's gaze returned to the water. One of the arrows was already floating back up. At least they float, he sighed. He would kneel and carefully pluck the arrow from the water, his free hand rising to keep the others from sliding from his quiver.

It was not an easy task, reclaiming his arrows. Flicking the finely fletched weapon to dry it, he considered possible options. Rope? No... Too heavy. The most obvious option was quickly discarded. Fishing line? Would it hold? That was an interesting thought. Not that he had any line with him. He had come fishing without fishing line. I really need to think things through...

They weren't very expensive, he reasoned. And I break more when practicing on land... Should this be any different? His deductive reasoning did not bring to the surface his annoyance with the water's deflection, or his desire to concur it. It only reminded him that he was still not as competent at the bow as he wished to be.

He knocked the arrow in hand, prepared to send it on another dive. This time he watched the water. He knew the arrow wobbled when it came off the bow, he knew more or less how to control the wobble to hit a target. This time, he tried to calculate the waves. Gale's head swam as if he had dunked his head below the dock. It was not a bad feeling.

Again, Gale drew the bow. A large figure beneath the water was his target... He watched as the waves crested, at the valleys that rolled over the figure. Venturing a best guess, he released; Thwap!
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