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Ayla of No People (_ayla_) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-06-13 09:35:00

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ayla, complete, day 3, group activity, john crichton, miguel alvarez, the doctor

Day 3- Fishing
Who: Ayla, John, The Doctor and Miguel
What: Fishing
When: Morning, after breakfast
Where: The Dock/The Lake
Rating: R for nudity
Status: Complete!

Ayla had decided to stay away from the foyer this morning. She didn't want the responsibility of greeting anyone else. It was too hard to explain to new people what had happened to them. There were others that did a much better job of it. Giselle made it look downright easy. So, Ayla figured if she didn't see the flashing light of the new keys, she didn't have to greet anyone.

She went through the back door of the kitchen for some breakfast, and then headed out to see about Whinney and Racer. Both horses nickered when she neared and she began to speak to them in a combination of verbal and sign language. "Good morning, Whinney." When she said the mare's name word, it came out as more of a horse whinney than a name. "Good morning, Racer." She patted the dark steppe horse on his neck and hugged both animals. Whinney was Racer's mother, and Ayla had raised them both.

She finished her breakfast and went back to her room to get some unfinished weaving to take out into the sunshine. That's when she noticed the envelope taped to her door. She opened it and, even though there was no written language in her world, Ayla found that she could understand it. She was to go fishing this morning. Looking thoughtful, she opened her door and left the envelope on the rock formation that looked astonishingly like an end table.

She decided that if she was going to make it down to the dock, she didn't have much time, and she wouldn't be able to finish the basket she had been weaving. She left her amulet in her room. She didn't want to lose it, believeing that if she did she would die. Heading down to the lake on barefeet and graceful steps she found the dock and a golem waiting there.

She saw a boat, although she'd never seen one before arriving in Mirage, with some long poles and a box. She shifted her blue eyes to the golem, knowing that it could only answer yes or no questions. She wasn't quite sure what to ask, though. "Are we supposed to use this for catching fish?" She pointed to the boat, and then looked up to see the Golem nodding. She nodded, too. She didn't know how to use a fishing pole and tackle, so she would do it her own way.

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_ayla_
2008-06-24 03:41 pm UTC (link)

Ayla returned the infectious grin the Doctor gave her and nodded. "Yes. I hope you don't mind." She realized that it might be strange for these men to see a woman fishing. Women of the Clan didn't hunt, but they did help fish, so maybe it wasn't too bad. She wondered if they would be angry if she hunted. Jondalar hadn't minded, and had encouraged it. But, these men were not Jondalar.

She tilted her head slightly down when Miguel asked where she was from. Her home before she came here had always been difficult to explain. Others had names most people seemed to recognize, but when she said where she came from, they only looked confused, as if there should be more to it. She just didn't know any other way to say it.

"I lived in the Valley of Horses before I came here. In my cave in the cliff wall." She didn't know where New York was, and she didn't know where North Carolina was, either. And starship was far beyond her grasp. "What is a starship, John?" She had asked the question just as he began to reel in his catch and she stood up, walking over next to him to peer down into the water.

She watched the line grow closer and closer and a writhing shape beneath the water get bigger and bigger. "John! You caught one!" Ayla grinned at him. Her grin was broad and white, despite the lack of modern hygeine products. She cleaned her teeth with a frayed end of a stick and swished her mouth out with tea. The lack of foods that caused stained teeth also contributed to her pearly whites.

She returned to her seat and curled her legs under her once more. She enjoyed the feel of the sun on her back, shoulders and neck. She pulled her long blond hair around so that it exposed the skin of her neck to the warmth. This was enjoyable. Watching the men fish with the rods adorned with thin lines, and the hooks. It was fascinating, but she still preferred her method. It might take a bit more time, but it was fun and interactive.

She finished her sandwich, finding that it had tasted like fowl, though she couldn't put her finger on which one. She wasn't familiar with the modern turkey or chicken. She had always enjoyed Ptarmigan, and this meat had come close. The harder yellow substance was tangy and creamy at the same time, but she didn't have cheese in her time and wasn't sure what to call it. Altogether, the sandwich was very pleasing.

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