A Tisket, A Tasket, I'm Making A Fishing Basket

Vanille explained that she'd lived in central Boreas her whole life. "Ahh… you must know the best hunting spots." Birna chuckled. "The north is harsh in the winter time. Harsh and quiet, but it has it beauty as well. There is serenity in the stillness of it." Birna finished tying the baskets together, checking that the opening was sizeable enough to get some decent fish. To small and they'd only lure in tiny fish, too large and they'd let medium-sized and smaller fish swim free. This one looked to be a good size. Birna held the basket still as Guelder threaded the bait stick down inside, using his beak and talons to shimmy the stick and the worms through.

"Alright then, let's place it." Picking the trap up delicately in her jaws she maneuvered to the edge of the water, stepping out into it and swimming a short ways before dropping the trap into the water. She had one long grapevine tied to part of the trap which she carried with her back to shore. She didn't want the currents or some larger creature to make off with their snare. Once back on dry land she shook out her coat and began to groom. "I suppose now we wait? Unless you'd like to splash in the water over there and see if you can scare some fish toward this side of the lake?"


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