Fishing Trip

Mort took his mission very seriously. A part of him wanted to be in on the action, to see the people that called Hana slave and try to understand why. A larger part of him preferred this mission. To keep her distracted, and safe. To be her bodyguard over the course of the next little while. If any strangers dared to approach them, he was going to be a very angry bear. He had no idea, of course, that his father had told Hana that she was to watch him

Today’s agenda included (what a surprise) fishing. The Ashen Empire Islands had always been a good place for it. With the open ocean at their back, and the clear waters beneath them. There was a turtle swimming lazily a few meters to his right, Osiris sat lazily on the shore he had recently departed, and Saph glided easily on the ocean breeze somewhere above him.

The winged yearling took a deep breath, and plunged downwards, beneath the waves. Holding his breeze, eyes open, he swam slowly towards the girl he protected. Her little dainty paws treading water. The Fatalis opened his maw, and zeroed in on the prize.