Fisher's Split barely commune with the horde

Left to follow the Llinnea's lead, Lantana contemplated things for a moment as they walked downstream along the split. Winters were not so cold where she was from, the summer drought having made this place seem more like her birthplace than anything. Little had she known when arriving here that by winter she'd be fishing in ice cold waters. But she went where circumstances had taken her, so far.

The water was cold, Lana's breath punched out of her as she waded in. But she did not miss a beat, her wince becoming a smile as she tried to laugh away the numbness. "It sure is," she agreed with Llinnea's statement. "I haven't fished much before, have you got any tips?" She stopped when the swift waters nearly reached her chest, surely that was enough.

Loach's voice floated downstream toward them and she tried to remind herself that in theory, it was all a lot like hunting. In the end you had to do what you had to do to survive, but the river always had plans of its own. As the river ran past them, she could feel its steady, insistent pull against her legs, always requiring counterpressure. It would be easy to become accustomed to, to forget about, but that could be dangerous.

Currently traveling with Loach, Llinnea, Clouse and Claw.

Llinnea turned to watch as Lana waded into the river, her wince a small satisfaction to the young girl. Loach had never seemed to mind the cold and Llinnea was quickly growing used to it, but it made her feel good to know she wasn't the only one to dislike it at first.

Her attention quickly turned back to the water. "Hold still and watch for scales," she said, doing exactly that. "When you see it, dive fast." Short and to the point, if not so sweet. At least she wasn't being mean.

FADE

Currently traveling with Loach and Claw