Fishing Trip

Hanako still wasn’t sure why she needed to keep an eye on Mortis but she took her newfound duty seriously. Sort of. It was hard for her to stay motivated when she knew for a fact that Mortis was more than able to look after himself and the few times she’s tried to broach the topic Mortis has brushed her off with such a ridiculous show of fake naivety that she’d stomped off in a sulk. Not that it stopped Mortis from slinking after her like her giant, winged shadow. 

As things stood she’d sort of come to accept her new status quo, she liked fishing at the best of times and so far they’d managed to pull in some pretty good hauls. With her companions snoozing by the shore, Hanako was not far from Mortis’ side, twirling and twisting beneath the waves as she checked out what was on the menu. Fish fish and fish, from the looks of it, but not all were made equal.

Kicking to the surface, Hanako breached and pulled in a long lung full of air. She would have dived down and resumed her hunt, were she not reminded by something as she idly watched Ashen’s shoreline.