[Closed] The fishing was good; it was the catching that was bad.

[pactfulfilled]

Date & Time: October 30 through November 3 (19XX/Winter Local Time)
Location: Alaska
Characters: Sophie Lhant & Asbel Lhant
Summary: The father-daughter duo travel north on a fishing excursion in search of the legendary King Crab.
Warnings: High-level cheesiness and possibly some angst.


[The ground crunches underfoot as they make their way from the lodge to a nearby lake. Two reels balance over Asbel's right shoulder, and a bucket with an auger tucked inside to punch through the ice swings from a gloved hand. He's left the tackle and another bucket in Sophie's care after fussing over whether she'd be warm enough.]

[Maybe they needed this chance to get away for a while. Sophie still seems a little down to Asbel and...he could honestly use a chance to clear his head, too. Besides, there's little chance of them finding any decent fish on the moon base - or more specifically, crablettes. So here they are, with plans to go "ice fishing" and bring enough catch back to share with the others. The only problem is Asbel's barely ever done anything like this before. He definitely never went fishing with his own father.]

[Asbel turns to check on Sophie for what is most likely the sixth or seventh time since they began walking.]

Hey, Sophie? What was that crab called again? The one the lady at the front desk told us about.

Comments

[blossomgale]

[ Her strength can be a bit much. She can probably just send the whole frozen surface collapsing into the water by punching it, but she might fall in if she doesn't use the pole. ]

...Should I just keep poking it?

[pactfulfilled]

[He laughs faintly. Yeah, nerves, it's definitely nerves. Asbel moves to stand just a little closer. It's his "protect" mode kicking in.]

Yeah, but maybe in a different spot? And don't put quite so much power behind it this time. We don't really need to break all the ice up, after all, just test to see how strong it is.