fishing with grandpa
11-26-2014, 04:32 PM
Pale optics motioned to Kylar as he took seat, head not lifting to looking up at him. But Amarant would still think they were going fishing, he didn't get the vibe that Kylar had given it a break. Obviously the boy didn't know a darn thing about fishing. He barely knew anything about hunting; maybe caught a bird one or twice. But his grandfather would continue to fill the boy with knowledge, speaking of why so many fish came here in the autumn. So Amarant would push himself up, eyeing the water until he came to a halt and then looking to Ky to give him a grin. A word of his brother made him drop his eyes back to the water, a moment of silence showing that Amarant didn't want to speak of him. But only a single word would come out after the time. "Fine." He kept his eyes to the water as the fish only backed away from Kylar's touch. The ripples on the water blurring his vision of them. He didn't want this subject to last on too much longer, so after another moment, even if Kylar spoke something else of his brother, he would turn it around. "Are we ganna fish or not?" Walk "Talk" Think |