03 Amber | Downstream of the Boat

[hairsay]

[For once this lanky young woman does not look like she's trying to win a staring contest with a cockatrice when she activates her amber slice. She does look sweaty and tired, but maybe that's actually helping. Behind her the mist is close, a towering wall, but the chuckle of the stream gives away her location before she can even open her mouth.]

Hey, any of you happen to be strong and willing to lend a hand? Me and Evan, [And indeed, the gawky redhead struggling to roll and heft rocks behind her happens to be in the frame as she talks,] are putting together a fish trap. I don't know about any of you but the thought of real meat that we don't have to bargain for with stone doubloons is so tempting we've been building this thing for the last couple of weeks straight.

It could use refining.

[She swings the slice around to reveal a very crude weir along one side of the stream composed entirely of raised pebbles and smooth rocks; it doesn't block the stream because Jo has noted the boat at dock just upstream of her location, but she's making a fair play at funnelling any minnows into it.]

Once we're done we just need some bait and some lucky catches. I never learned spear fishing but I'll bet some of you super freaks has a leg up on that. Come on down, huh?

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[2wei]

... Um, if you need someone for spear fishing, I know how to do it. Though I use a lance instead of a spear.

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[donotmail]

Arj's ears perked at the word "fish" over the amber. He is, after all, a cat. Though he can live on the nuts and berries the tree provides, the prospect of meat is too much to resist.

Leaving the amber slice on his bed, he checks that the twine holding his gem fast to his foreleg is still in good working order, and hops to the floor. A few bounds down the tree, and he's outside, half jumping, half flying over the roots. The moth wings, he's learnt, are handy for increasing his already considerable turn of speed.

He comes to a stop by the stream, with a sinking feeling his powers are going to be put to the test again. But he straightens himself up anyway, ears and tail raised in attentiveness.

"I heard something about fish," he says.

Amber

[circleprodigy]

I can't claim to any great strength [hardly, when she's small even for an elf], but I am willing to provide what assistance I can. Garahel would appreciate the extra meat, and I can't refuse him.

[And she won't rely on gifts, not when there's some way she can contribute.]

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[kingpika]

Can fish that small even be eaten?

[ Gil had caught himself a trout and gave Illya a big chunk for her party while slowly finishing off the rest, so he was hardly a stranger to fishing. He just imagined it to be somewhat more of an adventure when they were all at this size. ]

I mean, spear fishing is easy enough. It might be fun if I actually have to try using a spear, though...

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[bestworstdad]

All that and you didn't even ask me? No need to look any further, love!

[celena]

Super freaks? [Now that earns an arched eyebrow, even if Celena secretly agrees with that assessment for some of the people here.] If you haven't the stomach to kill your own fish, Jolene, you could learn to ask politely.

I'll come down and help. I've missed fresh fish!

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[tosaveyuu]

*he hasn't even seen the post--he left his amber back at the tree--but the construction on the stream catches his notice*

What's that?

( amber )

[knight_king]

[ A fish trap? She hasn't exactly paid attention to the water since the pond appeared, but she's curious. ]

Is the water deep enough to lure the fish to our end? I do not mind to capture fishes for you if you successfully bait them.

[breakin_ur_lore]

[Med'an is a nice young man and can't not respond to someone asking for help. The sight of them struggling over those big rocks makes him feel kind of bad for them....] Stone doubloons?

I've never gone spear fishing, but I've gone spear hunting, I guess.