"Hullo, Jigano!"
Your voice is loud and cheerful enough to likely scare off any approaching fish- oops. Still, you cannot be called anything less than enthusiastic, and the bright smile upon your freckeled face maybe makes up for your noisy approach.
You've been walking along the banks of the Stonesong (and sometimes within the banks, as evidenced by the slightly damp trousers currently thrown over your shoulders {that\'s right: you\'re totally not wearing pants}), hopping between drier stones and occasionally stopping to collect a particularly interesting one.
Now you settle atop a large boulder somewhat close to the grey-haired fisherman, leaning forward to peer into the water where golden fish circle near the surface. "Watcha doin?" you wonder curiously, your pants hanging over your shoulders like a cape, bare-assed as the day you were done. You must strike a rather alarming, if ultimately harmless, sight. Poor Jigano. Not again.
Your voice is loud and cheerful enough to likely scare off any approaching fish- oops. Still, you cannot be called anything less than enthusiastic, and the bright smile upon your freckeled face maybe makes up for your noisy approach.
You've been walking along the banks of the Stonesong (and sometimes within the banks, as evidenced by the slightly damp trousers currently thrown over your shoulders {that\'s right: you\'re totally not wearing pants}), hopping between drier stones and occasionally stopping to collect a particularly interesting one.
Now you settle atop a large boulder somewhat close to the grey-haired fisherman, leaning forward to peer into the water where golden fish circle near the surface. "Watcha doin?" you wonder curiously, your pants hanging over your shoulders like a cape, bare-assed as the day you were done. You must strike a rather alarming, if ultimately harmless, sight. Poor Jigano. Not again.
there's no time to be bored
in a world as beautiful as this
in a world as beautiful as this
