saiden
Saiden swam out to one of his favorite spots in Torchline, the strokes easy and natural for one who’d practically grown up on the sea. Although he had a small bag tied around his waist and a knife on the other hip, it did little to hamper his practiced movements. It helped that he was only wearing a pair of shorts.
It didn’t take him long to reach Hale Ka’aila. Stepping out of the water, he grinned at the beautiful spot. Settling down just outside the cathedral, his fingers dipped into the bag. They pulled out some line, some hooks, and a small container which was sealed tight. He tied a hook onto the end of the line, then opened the container.
Inside were some worms, which wriggled and writhed almost as a single mass. Piercing one on the hook, he resealed the container. Then he cast his line out into the beautiful waters. Settling in, he patiently waited for something to bite.
It didn’t take him long to reach Hale Ka’aila. Stepping out of the water, he grinned at the beautiful spot. Settling down just outside the cathedral, his fingers dipped into the bag. They pulled out some line, some hooks, and a small container which was sealed tight. He tied a hook onto the end of the line, then opened the container.
Inside were some worms, which wriggled and writhed almost as a single mass. Piercing one on the hook, he resealed the container. Then he cast his line out into the beautiful waters. Settling in, he patiently waited for something to bite.
