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Who: Tir [rune-bearer] & Anita [redhaired-anita]
What: Tir's going to try some fishing, Anita... follows?
When: Afternoon-ish
Where: By the lakeside
Summary: They sit there, talk a bit and fish. Tir is an old man. ♥
Rating: G for now
Fishing- it seemed to be one of the few things he really occupied himself with, these days. If nothing else, it gave him some peace of mind. He'd started long before the war, of course, but it had only been after it ended when Tir had started to fish more often.
It was an excuse to avoid the towns.
He did enjoy himself, though. It was not so much the catch one brought back as the peace of mind, peace which was hard won and harder still to keep. For a fleeting moment, he wondered where Gremio was or if his servant was worried about him, and felt a pang of sorrow. But for now...
The rod he'd carved out earlier from a long branch in his hand, Tir started tying string to one end. The hook was an equally crude piece he'd fashioned out of a pin he'd had on him; the best he could make at the moment. No bait, but he could make do.
Flipping open the book by his side, he glanced over the latest message. He didn't think he would mind company, and wrote as much in reply.
What: Tir's going to try some fishing, Anita... follows?
When: Afternoon-ish
Where: By the lakeside
Summary: They sit there, talk a bit and fish. Tir is an old man. ♥
Rating: G for now
Fishing- it seemed to be one of the few things he really occupied himself with, these days. If nothing else, it gave him some peace of mind. He'd started long before the war, of course, but it had only been after it ended when Tir had started to fish more often.
It was an excuse to avoid the towns.
He did enjoy himself, though. It was not so much the catch one brought back as the peace of mind, peace which was hard won and harder still to keep. For a fleeting moment, he wondered where Gremio was or if his servant was worried about him, and felt a pang of sorrow. But for now...
The rod he'd carved out earlier from a long branch in his hand, Tir started tying string to one end. The hook was an equally crude piece he'd fashioned out of a pin he'd had on him; the best he could make at the moment. No bait, but he could make do.
Flipping open the book by his side, he glanced over the latest message. He didn't think he would mind company, and wrote as much in reply.