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The Darvithri and the Dovaa lingered by the dirt-stained coastlands near Tukyere, looking out onto the vast ocean and the steep cliffs that bounded it. Red inspected the fishing pole she'd bartered for, excited to try it out. Yirho was more pensive. His paw kept drifting towards his chest, seeking an amulet that wasn't there. It's absence seemed to bother him more than Red had expected.

“Hey.” she said, patting his shoulder, “Cheer up, Yir, he probably won't take that long with it...” she hesitated, “Wait, he probably will, but ya know what? When he does give it back, it'll be even better... just like these!” she gestured to the throwing axes at her belt. She wanted to try them out as soon as possible, and what better time than waiting for that slow-a** Ray-moss to finish whatever he did when he enchanted things.

Only, Yirho didn't want to stray too far from the walls without his amulet. It was a protective amulet, Red had gathered from the Darvithri's gestures and broken Magescian, something someone had probably made for him. Hence, why Red was paying for a real protection spell to be put on it. So it would actually do what it was intended to do. So that it would protect her friend. “So we gotta be patient.” Yeah. Patient. Red knew exactly how hypocritical she was being, and she didn't care.

Yirho smiled and nodded at her - Red knew that he felt a little better. With him, a little was good enough. “C'mon.” she said, dangling the fishing rod in front of her. She impaled a piece of meat on the end of it's hook and cast the line into the ocean below, “Lets go fishing.”

Fishing was not something that Ayrans did often – the frequent storms and turbulent waters were not safe to fish in, whether by boats, on the wing, or from the shore. Fish may thrive in the swift currents and murky waters, but the Ayrans could not enjoy them. This would be the first time that Red had, in earnest, fished for food or fun, and she was looking forward to giving it a try.

She didn't realize how much waiting it would require, and it wasn't long until she was grumbling about how bored she was. Yirho gently nudged her away and took the fishing rod from her – he was feeling pensive, and contemplating the sky, the water, and just how far he was from his homeland suited him fine just now.

He waited as Red did not. She sparred against herself, pacing and working out to drown out the monotony. Soon, though it became too much for even those to tide her over. As the sun began to dip in the sky, she made to wave Yirho back, having decided that, clearly, fishing was impossible...

Right as she began to wave, he flailed frantically at her. “Yi-bit!” he shouted, “Yi-ii!!!”

Red rushed over to see that the fishing rod was bent, “Oh wow! Ya got something!” she peered over the edge, enthusiasm renewed, “Whoa, you really got something big!” a massive fish jumped and jerked just under the water, threatening to snap the line as she joined Yirho in reeling it in. It was a fight like no other, a contest between dovaa and beast, and Red decided that this fight more than made up for the horribly long wait.

Suddenly, the line and the rod snapped, shattering into pieces. “s**t.” Red exlaimed, peering disappointedly over the edge at the dark shape below, “We almost had it...”

No sooner had she uttered those words than the great beast leaped out of the water, and – with a single snap of its jaws, gulped her down into it's massive maws. Yirho shrieked and ran to the edge, bringing out his spear as the beast began to head for deeper water. With a cry of desperate defiance, he threw the spear at the fish.

It lodged in the scales of it's massive side and it thrashed in retort, giving the struggling Red the opportunity she needed. She kicked out with an icicle-armed foot, stinging the roof of it's mouth, and then, on impulse, jammed one of her throwing axes into it's sensitive tongue. “Lets see what happens!” she crowed.

She soon found out.

Electricity ran along the fish – and her – like white fire. She blacked out in the fishes belly and when she came to, she was on a nearby beach, Yirho standing over her. The massive carcass of the fish lay nearby, bloody and slightly cooked already “Wha...”

Yirho began to berate her in his unintelligable language. He dripped, from head to tail, his fur matted to his skin and emphasizing just how small and bony and irate he was. Even he knew that using lightning in the water was a foolish idea. Red winced, embarrassed, and put her throwing axes away carefully. She was hurting, but she was alive. And she was inclined to see the silver lining in this whole thing. “Well,” she said, grinning sheepishly at her companion, “We caught a fish.”