((Nothing special, just Laike waking up early to get some fishing in on Bronze Lake. Anyone is welcome to join in for any reason! Let's see where it goes.))
It's was that calming sort of dawn just outside of Camp Bronze Lake. The atramentous blanket of night was falling away, giving rise to a smattering of azure blue and coquelicot red as the sun peeked over the horizon.
The ritualistic crowd of bathers hadn't yet picked up. This left the ruins, for the moment, feeling... ruinous. The broken walls and crumbling stones cast long shadows across the lake, undulating and dancing with the ripples of lively fish hunting for their morning meal.
It was here that a strapping young Hyur appeared. An old mahogany stick of a rod slung over his shoulder as he sang idly to himself with the slight twang of a country accent;
"Gon' bait my hook..."
"Gon' cast me a line..."
"From dawn till dusk..."
"Gon' watch that twine..."
"And when it jumps..."
"And when it fights..."
"Gon' catch me a fish..."
"Gon' be just fine..."
Finding a patch of matted grass on the bank, Laike lowered himself before reaching for his hook and deftly attaching the bait. Looking towards the sun-streaked sky, he muttered a light, private prayer before casting his line...
It's was that calming sort of dawn just outside of Camp Bronze Lake. The atramentous blanket of night was falling away, giving rise to a smattering of azure blue and coquelicot red as the sun peeked over the horizon.
The ritualistic crowd of bathers hadn't yet picked up. This left the ruins, for the moment, feeling... ruinous. The broken walls and crumbling stones cast long shadows across the lake, undulating and dancing with the ripples of lively fish hunting for their morning meal.
It was here that a strapping young Hyur appeared. An old mahogany stick of a rod slung over his shoulder as he sang idly to himself with the slight twang of a country accent;
"Gon' bait my hook..."
"Gon' cast me a line..."
"From dawn till dusk..."
"Gon' watch that twine..."
"And when it jumps..."
"And when it fights..."
"Gon' catch me a fish..."
"Gon' be just fine..."
Finding a patch of matted grass on the bank, Laike lowered himself before reaching for his hook and deftly attaching the bait. Looking towards the sun-streaked sky, he muttered a light, private prayer before casting his line...
