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They were at sea, on the way out to the fishing grounds, the wind in the sails pushed strongly and carressed their faces jauntily before flowing back out to sea to dance over the waves. Theriar inhaled the briney sea air and felt as happy as he had ever been, Trelly was out with him, what a beautiful day.

"We are almost there, can you feel it?" The closer he got to the grounds the more excited he got. "I love doing this! Soon to set lines and see what we catch! Then they could eat and chat and just enjoy themselves.

"What is your favorite fish? We can target them."

He put small pieces of meat on the hook, "Snapper it is then, here you go." He handed her her rod then dunked his own piece of meat in, "And now we wait!"

Fishing a line at a time was leisurely, fishing with a net was a lot more work. But the catch was much bigger as well. Now they could relax and talk. "What a beautiful day!"

A few birds floated by on the wind. "I wonder how hard it would be to catch a fish as a bird, you have to use your face instead of outsmarting them the long way like we do."

Sea life and sea people were so fascinating. Birds with mouths like nets indeed, he thought he might know which one she meant, it had been sitting on a tidal barrier rock about three days ago and he was watching when it turned its head and it had a big ol' wattle, he had been most confused but what she said now made sense. He hadn't wanted to anger the large bird and didn't feel like eating it, so he had left it alone and continued poking along the shore line for bait bits.

"I think so too as long as it was voluntary and not in the middle of a storm. The most I've done is kind of nodded off while lining like this. The nets there is less time to chill cause of the pushing and pulling and dragging."

"Have you ever thought of what might be out there? Maybe there is an island that could just be ours if we went far enough?"

"I really think it is very likely, if an island could support them, than another island could support others, maybe the new ones will have tentacles, what do you think, maybe they will have feathers, after all the alks have these feeler things, why not feathers?" He was most amused at these thoughts.

Theriar took a deep breath of the sea air. "Ahhh, freedom. Maybe after we fish we can go find a secret beach where there are no other people to disturb us." He had a feeling the peace of that would be beneficial for both of them.

Theriar felt a nibble on his line. "Come here Trel." He beckoned to her, and gave her the rod, wrapping himself around her from behind. "Do you feel that? There is something interested in the bait. If it tugs again pull hard in a jerking motion okay?"

That would set the hook. He rested his hands on her forearms to await the feel of her catching the fish. He had never felt so close to another being in his life.

His heart beat a staccato rhythym as he felt the tug, pull of the nibbling. He waited for her to make her move.

There were benefits to being this close to her, he felt when she tugged hard on the rod like the champion she was, he was so proud. "Yes! That is exactly what you do my siren, bring the fish in, but keep tension on the line if at all possible."

She was powerful for someone so small, and beautiful, and he was so in love he could feel a little bit of it come out of his eyes. He restrained himself from kissing her neck until the threat of her bopping him with that rod was gone. It wasn't his fault she looked amazing fishing. He knew they would be strong together, but was always surprised at the pure joy he felt when around her.

Theriar was drowning in joy like he had never felt before. This was so much fun. To see the delight on her face and what a catch too! "Nice fish!"

The fish in question flipped about the boat still attatched to the line, it didn't know it had no way of escape. "Now we have to hold it still to get the hook out, I have hook tweezers if you like?"

The silvery blue creature eyed them in a fishy way and he gave it the stink eye back. At least this species didn't have spines.

Theriar could stay out here with her forever. He twitched the other rod waiting for the fish to go after it too. This type liked to school in great numbers and was one of the most tastey fish.

"Yes, give it a few sharp smacks over the head with something hard, that will do it, and it won't be suffering anymore." He handed her a fish bonker made of wood. It was a tool of the trade and much needed on a fishing vessel.

"This is the life Trel, I'm so glad I came to Matori and found you, how dull my life was before." He stretched in the hot Matori sun and felt the sunlight enter him through his soul.

"So what should we do for the rest of the day? Explore the coast, fish some more, find a camping spot or head for home?"