He was just getting ready to drop the first rock when the sound of a corvid's caw caught his attention. The raven wasn't stealthy in his approach, and Jigano shaded his eyes as he looked up and grinned a greeting as bird became man. "Thanks for coming, Rance . And yes, it's that time. Hope you like fishing!" With a cheerful grin he gestured to the poles and stump-chairs behind him.
The cats arrived next, and the bard couldn't help but laugh delightedly at the menagerie of friends who had come to help with this important task. Bowing to Amalia and Lily he motioned to the little camp he'd been preparing, knowing it would likely be a cold few hours of fishing and smoking their catch before they would be done. The weather was clear and the air was still, however, and the sun shared a mild warmth with them through the skeletal branches.
"I hope she is," he answeredAmalia , sending a warm pulse of welcome and reassurance into the Glade in case the Bird was near. "I don't know where she came from originally. The mountains to the west, maybe? But I hope she'll come spend LongNight with us this year." She was far too big to pass through the portals, and if she hadn't yet gone to the Greatwood then he had no idea where else she could go.
"You're right on time,Lily ! We're just getting started." He grinned in relief as the entertainer arrived in feline style, glad to see her again. She kept him on his verbal toes, and he enjoyed the time spent with her. "Lily, Amalia, this is Rance. Rance, Lily and Amalia. Apologies if you've already met," he offered, unsure of who knew who already, and who were still strangers.
"When you're ready, we can get started. We'll want to get a big fire going, both to keep us warm and to burn down to coals for smoking the fish we catch. If someone could get the hooks baited for our fisherfolk, that would move things along. There's a bucket of bait over by the rods," he gestured to where the jar of squirrel innards was still sealed. "I've brought the ingredients for stuffing the fish with when they're ready to go on the coals, but they're a bit mixed together. If someone could help sort out and portion the onions, butter, and salt that will make things easier later." He glanced over at the ice-covered Oasis ruefully. "And we still need to knock some holes in the ice so have places to fish. Let me know what you'd like to do and I'll fill in what's left."
Pick a task; no posting order:
- Gather wood and light the fire
- Bait the hooks
- Portion out the supplies (onions, butter, salt, and paper for wrapping the fish)
- Make fishing holes in the ice
The cats arrived next, and the bard couldn't help but laugh delightedly at the menagerie of friends who had come to help with this important task. Bowing to Amalia and Lily he motioned to the little camp he'd been preparing, knowing it would likely be a cold few hours of fishing and smoking their catch before they would be done. The weather was clear and the air was still, however, and the sun shared a mild warmth with them through the skeletal branches.
"I hope she is," he answered
"You're right on time,
"When you're ready, we can get started. We'll want to get a big fire going, both to keep us warm and to burn down to coals for smoking the fish we catch. If someone could get the hooks baited for our fisherfolk, that would move things along. There's a bucket of bait over by the rods," he gestured to where the jar of squirrel innards was still sealed. "I've brought the ingredients for stuffing the fish with when they're ready to go on the coals, but they're a bit mixed together. If someone could help sort out and portion the onions, butter, and salt that will make things easier later." He glanced over at the ice-covered Oasis ruefully. "And we still need to knock some holes in the ice so have places to fish. Let me know what you'd like to do and I'll fill in what's left."
Pick a task; no posting order:
- Gather wood and light the fire
- Bait the hooks
- Portion out the supplies (onions, butter, salt, and paper for wrapping the fish)
- Make fishing holes in the ice
