vision

[calescent]

Kiri's up early the next morning, restless with various low-level simmering concerns, and wanders out of her room.

Comments

[calendarofcrime]

"Observations of a potentially private nature," is what she settles on after a moment.

[calescent]

[calendarofcrime]

[liakoura]

"Ooookay."

[calescent]

Kiri shrugs at Sarelle. She caught only that Patience and Loel are getting along and mutually fond.

[calendarofcrime]

Sarelle smiles slightly again.

(She noticed that Loel was wearing different clothes when he came to introduce Patience than he was earlier in the day.)

[salt_of_the]

Meanwhile:

"What kinda seafood are you going to make?"

[free_flowing]

"There's a river. I fish in it. I have fish. My plans are not yet any more detailed than that."

[salt_of_the]

"Are you going to fish by magic? That sounds awesome."

[free_flowing]

"I do fish by magic! Do you wanna see me fish by magic? It's actually not much to look at, just me with a net on a pole scooping mysteriously dying fish out of the water."

[salt_of_the]

"I wanna see anyway."

[free_flowing]

"Okay, sure."

He fetches his net on a pole, and a basket to contain the assassinated fish; he dons appropriate footwear; he leads her out to a part of his property that adjoins the river.

[salt_of_the]

"Are there trout in here? Trout's my favorite."

[free_flowing]

"There are trout! We can have trout," he says. He sits on the riverbank with his feet dangling in the water, plonks his basket down beside him, and...

...scoops a mysteriously dying trout into the basket.

[salt_of_the]

Patience pokes the basketed trout. Yep, that's dead.

"I wonder if I can get all the bones out. Probably not as neatly as Ekador, but I bet I could peel the meat off them."

[free_flowing]

"Ooh. Go for it!" says Loel. "Maybe when we get to the kitchen, though. This basket's only clean enough for the outsides of fish."

He scoops another mysteriously dying trout.

[salt_of_the]

"Yeah, it can wait. How many trouts are you going to catch?"

[free_flowing]

"Enough to feed everybody," he says. "I'd rather have leftovers than insufficient trouts, but it's not like I need to stock up, I can come back here and get more anytime I want."

[salt_of_the]

"I miiiight be hungry enough to eat one entire trout."

[free_flowing]

"Then you get one entire trout. You can even pick which one," he says cheerfully.

[salt_of_the]

"Ooh. I will wait until you have caught enough to decide."

[free_flowing]

He beams at her.

Mysteriously dying trout! Mysteriously dying trout! More mysteriously dying trout!

[salt_of_the]

"How exactly are you doing that, anyway?"

[free_flowing]

"...It's kind of creepy, but I'll tell you if you want!"

[salt_of_the]

"Yeah, tell me!"