Post by Hiko on Jan 4, 2018 3:51:50 GMT -5
Doriath, hide gleaming in the midday sun, preened on the beach while T'lyron sat cross-legged on the sand, fishing rod in hand. He truly enjoyed the pastime, and despite what the bronze thought of his rider acting like some crafter, it was a rather soothing activity – especially after a long day of drills.
Yes, to catch something without a net, to be your own man, hunt your own meal - there was something so primal and satisfying in the act, regardless of his lifemate's thoughts on propriety and class.
The day was pleasant enough. With little wind, bright sun, and rather calm waters, who wouldn't want to be out in it, enjoying the daylight? At a pull, T'lyron reeled the line in and felt the sudden snap of movement. He finished reeling, knowing there was nothing on the end; whatever he had caught had been able to take the bait and outmaneuver him. T'lyron shrugged and worked on putting more bait on the line.
“Dori,” he suggested with a chuckle, “I think your disdain is scaring away my fish.”
Then it is the fish's fault for not relishing my disdain, the bronze replied in a huff, unamused.
Yes, to catch something without a net, to be your own man, hunt your own meal - there was something so primal and satisfying in the act, regardless of his lifemate's thoughts on propriety and class.
The day was pleasant enough. With little wind, bright sun, and rather calm waters, who wouldn't want to be out in it, enjoying the daylight? At a pull, T'lyron reeled the line in and felt the sudden snap of movement. He finished reeling, knowing there was nothing on the end; whatever he had caught had been able to take the bait and outmaneuver him. T'lyron shrugged and worked on putting more bait on the line.
“Dori,” he suggested with a chuckle, “I think your disdain is scaring away my fish.”
Then it is the fish's fault for not relishing my disdain, the bronze replied in a huff, unamused.