Kiri's up early the next morning, restless with various low-level simmering concerns, and wanders out of her room.
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"Observations of a potentially private nature," is what she settles on after a moment.
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Kiri shrugs at Sarelle. She caught only that Patience and Loel are getting along and mutually fond.
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Sarelle smiles slightly again.
(She noticed that Loel was wearing different clothes when he came to introduce Patience than he was earlier in the day.)
(She noticed that Loel was wearing different clothes when he came to introduce Patience than he was earlier in the day.)
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"There's a river. I fish in it. I have fish. My plans are not yet any more detailed than that."
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"I do fish by magic! Do you wanna see me fish by magic? It's actually not much to look at, just me with a net on a pole scooping mysteriously dying fish out of the water."
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"Okay, sure."
He fetches his net on a pole, and a basket to contain the assassinated fish; he dons appropriate footwear; he leads her out to a part of his property that adjoins the river.
He fetches his net on a pole, and a basket to contain the assassinated fish; he dons appropriate footwear; he leads her out to a part of his property that adjoins the river.
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"There are trout! We can have trout," he says. He sits on the riverbank with his feet dangling in the water, plonks his basket down beside him, and...
...scoops a mysteriously dying trout into the basket.
...scoops a mysteriously dying trout into the basket.
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Patience pokes the basketed trout. Yep, that's dead.
"I wonder if I can get all the bones out. Probably not as neatly as Ekador, but I bet I could peel the meat off them."
"I wonder if I can get all the bones out. Probably not as neatly as Ekador, but I bet I could peel the meat off them."
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"Ooh. Go for it!" says Loel. "Maybe when we get to the kitchen, though. This basket's only clean enough for the outsides of fish."
He scoops another mysteriously dying trout.
He scoops another mysteriously dying trout.
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"Enough to feed everybody," he says. "I'd rather have leftovers than insufficient trouts, but it's not like I need to stock up, I can come back here and get more anytime I want."
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"Then you get one entire trout. You can even pick which one," he says cheerfully.