[CLOSED] Mission log for sanity

[wilder]

Date & Time: December 14th (May 2010)
Location: North Shore, MN, USA
Characters: Zelos Wilder & Arya Stark
Summary: Mission for sanity, or fishing. Whatever.
Warnings: None!

[It was a beautiful late summer day on the Superior shore when they arrived. The trees and grass were green, and the waves moved in and hour peacefully with the sound of gulls. With the skies clear except for some clouds, the sun shone brightly and warmed the beach to much warmer temperatures than what the winter had been doing]

[They had come up on on the excuse of gathering supplies, but really it was more for a break of sanity. Zelos had promised to go fishing with the kid, and it was really nice to get away from everything back in Exsilium.]

[Zelos, promptly on arrival, took in the warm, snowless scenery, took in a deep breath and fell back into the soft sandy beach]

...Yeah. I don't think I wanna move for awhile.

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[wolfchild]

Because you're going to be digging up worms so we can fish. [ c: ]

[wilder]

[He makes a face to show that is he clearly not pleased by this. Not at all. But he knows not to argue. He knows.]

...Fine.

[wolfchild]

Curry and I will get a fire going.

[ and she wanders off. have fun, try not to scream when one wriggles on your hand. ]

[wilder]

Alright.

[...Crap. But fine, he glances around before heading off away from the beach and towards the forest- since yeah. Knows not to dig into the sand for worms]

[wolfchild]

[ at least he got saved that scolding. while he's gone, arya gathers what dry branches she can and brush to use for tinder. she makes several piles positioned in a circle. it takes her a few tries, but she manages to get curry to breathe fire. from the bag she brought with her, she removes a strip of dry meat to treat her. then she repeats the process. by the fourth, curry lights it immediately upon arya giving the order. arya claps her hands in delight. curry runs in circles in front of her, yipping happily. ]

[wilder]

[Zelos meanwhile when he reaches a spot that looks like a good patch of dirt, decides to cheat and start using his earth magic to sift through the earth]

[What, did you really think he'd get his hands dirtier than he had to?]

[But he doesn't have much trouble picking up worms when he does find them, and shoving them into a jar. Sure, he makes faces while he does so, but it's no worse than handling people's guts and what not. ]

[Eventually, when he feels he has enough of them, he heads back to see Curry and Arya's training. He watches for a moment afar, amused]

....Heh. Good job!

[wolfchild]

[ curry races for him. arya calls out, ] Don't let her burn the forest!

[ she throws sand on three of the fires. the fourth she lets burn. as the fire strengthens, she feeds it a few more branches. alone, she would not dare. the smoke would draw anyone around for miles. but between nymeria and zelos, who would hurt her?

settling back on the sand, she wriggles her toes into it. ]

Do you have the worms?

[wilder]

I won't!

[He kneels down when Curry approaches, petting her on top her head before standing straight and walking over to Arya with Curry following behind at his feet happily]

Yeah I got plenty of worms. Gross little things.

[wolfchild]

They're worms. [ she lifts an eyebrow. teasing, she adds: ] You're not scared of them, are you?

[wilder]

Worms? Of course not! I just find them gross.

[wolfchild]

They're not so bad. They make good food when you can't find anything else.

[ she holds her hand out for the jar to examine them. ]

[wilder]

....No.

[wolfchild]

What?

[wilder]

Don't what me! No more eating worms, young lady!

[wolfchild]

[ she rolls her eyes. ]

I don't eat them now. I've got a bow and I can go hunting. But you try going weeks without food and you'll be eating bugs and frogs and anything else you find. [ a pause. ] Not you, but anyone who has to eat.

[wilder]

Yeah, and this conversation is making me increasingly glad I don't need food all the time.

[So. Gross. But he'll hand over the jar now]

[wolfchild]

You're spoiled.

[ she draws one out, tempted to lay it on her tongue just to see him scream. arya watches it wriggle between her fingers, impotent, before returning it to its brothers. ]

Will you cry when you have to stick them on the hooks?

[wilder]

If your standard for spoiled is "doesn't want to eat worms", you got some messed up standards, little wolf.

[JUST PUTTING IT OUT THERE]

And no. I'm fine impaling things.

[wolfchild]

You're spoiled [ she says, head swinging up to look at him ] for being disgusted at someone doing that instead of letting themselves starve.

[wilder]

Hey, I never said you should've let yourself starve. Do what you need to do to survive- but that doesn't mean I don't have to find it gross.

[wolfchild]

[ it's like listening to hot pie complain again. hot pie threw his up the only time he tried, but weasel ate them without complaint. arya was happy the times weasel would not resort to eating earth.

digging a shallow hole in the sand, she leaves the jar safely inside it. she gets up. ]

I'm going to find a good spot. Stay here.

[wilder]

[Wow rude Arya!! All because he disliked worms sheesh]

Huh? Alright.

[He'll crouch down near the fire as he wait. Was he too tactless? It's hard to say- but he's not about to take it back, so not much he can do. ]

[wolfchild]

[ arya takes her time wandering the shore. she keeps walking until she spots sleek silver bodies cutting through the water. she crouches to watch them for a while.

if she can get one, she can use it to bait snare traps. she could dig up some greens too, use those. rabbit will make for good dinner. she could even try to bait some fishing lines with its meat and see if fish will bite.

plan in mind, she returns, shifting her quiver on her shoulder. ]

Come on. The worms are going to dry if they stay out here. You get the poles, I've got the rest.

[wilder]

[he meanwhile waits until she returns, keeping himself warm by the fire since hey- it's great to be so warm after being in that wintery hell for so long]

[But when she comes back, he'll nod and get up. He at least seems to know what the poles are, because he'll grab those and head over to wherever Arya seems to have in mind]

[wolfchild]

[ arya runs through the process briefly. though she had never gone fishing herself before, and braavosi fishermen preferred nets to bring in large hauls every morning, she had seen her share of men and children cast a line from the bridges into the canals. it's not so different here.

with the lines in the water, she settles down to wait for the first bite. the breeze catches her tangled hair. could a net be made from hair? she tries to imagine what that would like, hauling in fish with a net made of her hair. it sounds like a story old nan would say. she thinks robb might laugh. jon would. jon would have tugged on her hair and asked her if it was strong enough.

her throat is a hollow ache. arya keeps her eyes on the water and her hands on the pole. ]