Guileless Son, I'll shape your belief
And you'll always know that your father's a thief
And you'll always know that your father's a thief
Bringing down the hood from her coat, the sun's brilliant rays cast along her cheeks. Even though the cold was still there, turning the tip of her nose and her cheeks a flushed color, the sun was a welcoming feeling. How long had it been since her and her father made it to these parts? The winter nearly made it unbearable and seemed to draw out time longer than it was. The quietness was welcomed, but.. it was all her father and her experienced these past several months.
Bringing her cane pole down, she unwrapped the string that she had secured around the pole earlier. Reaching into her pocket, she had pulled out a cloth that had been securing something. Opening up the cheaply made cloth, it exposed a white and rather pungent cheese that had been purchased from one of the markets. "Now remember, Cat. The fish need something to guide them. The smell of the cheese will help lure them to you." A flashed memory had crept into her mind, remembering what her father had told her younger self. "But how can they smell under water? It hurts my nose when I try..." At that, her father had laughed, as he had reached down and tousled her hair. It was a memory that the red head held dear to her.
Evieeeee! She heard a distant call before dropping her hook into the water. It was a cheery voice, a woman calling out to another. Peering curiously back over her shoulder, she had seen an elegant woman walking with ease through the tall trees. The trees were almost protecting her, and shielding her, and something shimmered above her. The brightness of the sun reflected almost blindingly, enough to make Cat squint her blue-green gaze.
"Are you looking for someone?" Cat had called out, forgetting the most important lesson her father had given her. To catch a fish, one must remain quiet. Every word her father spoke, was law and true. That much she was for certain... Or at least it was to her belief.
Bringing her cane pole down, she unwrapped the string that she had secured around the pole earlier. Reaching into her pocket, she had pulled out a cloth that had been securing something. Opening up the cheaply made cloth, it exposed a white and rather pungent cheese that had been purchased from one of the markets. "Now remember, Cat. The fish need something to guide them. The smell of the cheese will help lure them to you." A flashed memory had crept into her mind, remembering what her father had told her younger self. "But how can they smell under water? It hurts my nose when I try..." At that, her father had laughed, as he had reached down and tousled her hair. It was a memory that the red head held dear to her.
Evieeeee! She heard a distant call before dropping her hook into the water. It was a cheery voice, a woman calling out to another. Peering curiously back over her shoulder, she had seen an elegant woman walking with ease through the tall trees. The trees were almost protecting her, and shielding her, and something shimmered above her. The brightness of the sun reflected almost blindingly, enough to make Cat squint her blue-green gaze.
"Are you looking for someone?" Cat had called out, forgetting the most important lesson her father had given her. To catch a fish, one must remain quiet. Every word her father spoke, was law and true. That much she was for certain... Or at least it was to her belief.
Catalina
And you won't understand the cause of your grief
But you'll always follow the voices beneath
But you'll always follow the voices beneath
