Gone Fishing(Open)

October 4th

The weather had been changing, and the days of summer were quickly passing by. Rain was becoming more prevalent, and the days were becoming rather crisp. But, the sun hadn't entirely hidden itself out of view, and Killian was planning on taking advantage of it before it got much colder. Killian had grown up around fishing, it was a big thing up in Lissard, and it had rubbed off on him. It was relaxing, and yet there were moments of pure excitement when you got a fish on the line. But even more so than that, it was simply the fact that you were outdoors among nature, doing something that had been done for thousands of years before you that really appealed to Killian. Unfortunately, constant travel hadn't really given him an opportunity to get out to a lake, or creek, and it had been a few years since he had cast a line into the water. Since seeing Shattered Glass Lake a time or two during hikes into the mountains, the thought of fishing had been nagging him quite a bit, and he promised himself that he'd be making a trip out there soon.

Today was the day. The morning was chilly, and Killian had thrown on a rather dirty pair of trousers with his usual cardigan sweater and tweed cap. He had made a special trip down to some kind of sporting goods store earlier in the week to buy a pole, since his old one had been broken at some point during all of his moving, and had packed himself up an apple and a sandwich in his tackle box. The trip through the forest didn't take that long, and after reaching the lake around eight in the morning Killian got himself settled for a long day of fishing.

He went on over to an area of the lake that was strewn with a couple of large boulders and the like. After sitting down on the sand with his back against the rock, he slowly started the process of tying his hook onto the line, and the bait onto the hook. The process took longer than he was used to, but then again, he hadn't been fishing in quite some time. He had talked to the guy running the shop where he bought his rod earlier, and he recommended that Killian use some kind of magical bait that was evidently pretty popular. Killian obliged, and as he looked at the worm like critters in the small jar in his tackle box, he wondered exactly how affective they would be. Nevertheless, he picked up on the bugs (that had just changed to bright purple like color), put it on the hook, and sent a beautiful looking cast out into the lake.

After setting the rod down in a small hole he dug into the sand, and then propping it up with a couple of rocks, Killian sat down close by with his back against a boulder. Judging by the bait he had used, Killian didn't expect to catch anything anytime soon, but that didn't bother him. And as he sat with his back up against the boulder, he couldn't help but feel quite content with life.