trying new things

It was a game of patience, and for the most part the Warlord wasn’t a patient creature. The fishing line was anchored into the ground, and left mostly to its self. The warlord watched the sunset, and let time slip him past, and found the activity largely boring. Still, it had been worth a try, and he had especially found working on the parts of it had kept him sane well his injury had slowly healed.

“Boring, for the most part” he corrected his sister. He had heard her light steps, and flicked an ear in her direction when she had come into his view. “Here I thought I had found peace away from nagging healers” his eyes danced, so she would know his words were nothing but jest. “Too bad, i’m serving it for the next ten meals” he promised her.