Porcupine Island bow down to a goddess.

RE: A recent heat wave has left the forest drier than usual.
Broken clouds, 70F/21C.  Open for one or two.

It seemed the heat wave that had swept into Relic Lore with the last moon had no intentions of breaking any time soon. Sure, Crow had grown up somewhere warm and dry, but was it this dry? She seemed to remember still having water sources, maybe the occasional thunder snap during the evening hours when the light was low.

Crow could swear the water had dropped since the last time she’d been at the lake, and that couldn’t have been more than a moon. Could it? Part of her wanted to poke around and see if Elias was back in town. He seemed to bring her some luck. Or peace, at least. But the rest of her lizard brain was pretty certain that was weird, so she kept to herself, deciding to investigating the island instead.

Given that she practically walked to it with minimal floating, Namir wasn’t sure how much longer it would actually be an island. That was beside the point, though, because the fish didn’t get smaller as the water got lower, and suddenly those big ol’ bass that were in the depths were now hovering near big rocks as they tried their hardest to find cold water.

Her eyes gleamed. Her mother had always wanted to be a fisher. Namir, though. Namir would be a fisher.

Stalking slowly off the shore, she became still, waiting for the unsuspecting fish to take shelter in her shadows.

(This post was last modified: Aug 13, 2018, 08:30 PM by Namir.)

The island had become a favorite retreat of the Captain’s over the past weeks. It offered a nice brand of solitude, free of the ever pestering coyotes, and surrounded by the pieceful rush of lapping waves. Sadly, the incessant heat seemed to have stolen away at the lake water, making the little haven much easier to reach; Taking away half the fun of it..! And making it much more likely to be disturbed once he was there. So it really wasn’t that much of a surprise when his half slumber was interrupted, eyes catching a distant glimpse of movement through the trees. Stretching himself up on his flat-topped rock, he gave a small yawn before jumping down, to see just who his visitor was. He jogged leisurely through the trees, slipping smoothly between the naked trunks, decidedly to hot to hurry. The other wolf stood by the water on the far shore of the island, sleek, bronze-colored fur standing out clear against the cloudy emerald of the water. “Ye’ see anythin’ interestin’ down there?” He inquired casually, clearing the last trees and hopping down the small ledge to the rocky beach below. His own eyes strayed to the lazy waves, swishing feebly against the stone, their roar pacified by the sun; Pitiful… The fall rains couldn’t come soon enough. Word Count: 219 Thoughts "Speech"

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It was no small miracle that the interloper didn’t go leaping into the water from her ledge before asking – the hunt would surely be lost then. Namir paused, waiting to see if this was a rhetorical question, but he still didn’t jump. She might have hummed her approval, if her golden eyes weren’t tracking the cautious tail-flicks of chub below.

“Fish,” she answered softly, keeping her voice low. While she had no idea if the fish could actually hear her, it seemed silly to spoil her hard work by being too casual. “They like th’ shadows, I think. Y’know how t’ fish?”

Two would likely make this easier than one.