to be a star you must burn

Her taloned tipped toes weren’t the easiest to work with as she manipulated the twine like line to her willowy stick. It was flexible and green enough that it wasn’t going to snap when she pulled up a heavy fish. Then it was strong and rigid enough to also aid in that same task. Choosing the pole was the hardest part, with attaching the line being the next. Later she would work on fashioning the hooks, which was even worse than tying the line like she was doing now. Her uncle admitted that he hadn’t ever seen one in use before. Which was an odd change to most of the rest of her family. Their lives surrounded fish because of their island existence.

"I’ll let you know,” she giggled in response, refraining from hiding the surprise from her features. That was one disparity in their heritage that was quite obvious as she thought about it all. She slowly finished her work, careful and precise. When she was younger grace and delicacy were not her strong suit, after a lifetime of practice and work she was able to produce a functioning fishing pole.

Her accomplishment finished Incubus went on, asking after what she knew about Ashen and its politics. Who were Ashen’s enemies? "Oh, uh..” As the princess she knew almost as much as her own mother about the goings on around them. "We’re pretty neutral with anyone we don’t consider an ally. The only potential threat is the pack that usurped Recluse and Habari.” While Venom wasn’t a fan of Hattori’s pack Ike couldn’t consider her sire an enemy. The pirates, though annoying, couldn’t really be described as thus either.

"Kiyohime Shuriken Ōritsu Abraxas"