Fishing was more a way of making a living than anything else, but he did appreciate fishing in a way. It was calming and quiet and nice to just be out in the water with nothing else to do. But Kingfisher was a little more of a grappling hook, swinging around, adventure sort of situation.
Clover snorted softly. "I know a few people that might say the same about mine." He didn't think that way, but he did know the way people saw James. He was troubled and perhaps his mental health wasn't where it should be, but things were complicated and uncertain and it was hard to feel safe with anyone. The question, however, was interesting. He shook his head. "No. Don't really know what theirs was. They chose fishing instead of being Huntsman. Sometimes semblances run in families. The Schnee family is known for their glyphs. You don't always see that sort of thing, though. I guess I never really thought to ask before."
But he wasn't sure that it mattered either. His parents were happy enough in their lives and he'd just always wanted to fight to protect others. It just meant he went a little further from home. He eyed the cliff for a moment, starting to plan a route, assess for the need for a shift in plans. He'd play it out as he needed to. "My friend's luck is the opposite of mine. Same general idea. He can make it stronger, but you don't know whose getting it and who isn't and there's no off switch." That being said, he started to climb. He hoped that his luck would keep them both out of trouble.