Adrift

Róta turned away from the sunset to look at her towering brother, a smirk painted on her face. "Are you telling me I need a reason to drink now?" She gestured to the open spot beside her, taking the offered bottle and prying free its stopper. It wasn't often anyone sought her out, so there must be news to share, or someone (or something) that needed its ass bitten was her next best guess.

"I was just thinking, it's only Spring, but we should start making traps for when the Salmon come into the sound. We could probably even catch enough to trade when the snow sets in." It was small talk, because she wasn't unobservant, and felt whatever he needed to tell her would come with some weight. Best to enjoy the moment while it lasted, no?