InsaneJournal

Tweak says, "Whoops. Wrong button."

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

Entry tags:

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.

(Read comments) - (Post a new comment)

_ayla_
2008-06-15 10:00 pm UTC (link)

Ayla could hear them talking as she approached the dock through the water. She came alongside the boat they were going to be getting into. Even if they looked down, the gentle waves and ripples of the water caused a refraction that distorted the look of her body. The quick look they'd gotten while she was still on shore was all they would get until she got out.

"Are we fishing now?" She enquired, looking up at the three men as they began to get into the boat. She swam away, relishing the feel of the cool water on her skin and the freedom it inspired in her. She didn't go out too far from shore. She wanted to be able to get to the rocks without having to dive too far or hold her breath for too long. She waited for the men to get into the boat and move out away from the dock, treading water and dipping her head back to wet her hair.

She dove down and stuck her hand into some rocks. She felt the scaly skin of the fish and grasped it quickly. Shoving off toward the surface she saw the boat and headed for it, holding the fish out of the water with one hand while she swam with the other. The fish writhed in her grip, struggling to get free and return to the water. But Ayla had an incredible strength, born of surviving in prehistoric times, and she didn't let go.

She grabbed onto the side of the boat and tossed the fish in. "I caught one!" She beamed, proud of herself. She fished a lot during the spring and summer, but during the winter when the streams and rivers froze, she didn't get to. She loved fish, and she wondered if she would be able to cook and eat the fish she was catching.

"We don't have to let them go, do we?" She looked up at the faces of the three men, her brow furrowing. She didn't fish for sport, she fished for survival, and putting them back was almost out of the question for her.

(Reply to this)

(Read comments) -