fishing for dinner [open]

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all of your sorrow, grief and pain locked away in the forests of the night @open • beep boop first thread for me

What more could she ask for? She had freedom; there was no one who was waiting for her, no one would be wondering when she would be coming home. She had a way to travel wherever she wanted; her trusted magical broom rest beside her on the grassy knoll. Amaranth had the perfect life... Well, perfect for her. She could do what she wanted when she wanted, and that really was all she wanted. She could take a lazy day whenever she wanted... and that day was now. A makeshift fishing pole stuck out of the ground a little ways away from her. The string glistened in the sunlight and in the water was a small, bobbing lure. It was baited with a small grub, though she was unsure if any of the fish would even like that. Oh well, if that was the case. She was enjoying a rest against the grass, using one of her arms to keep her head supported. Her legs were propped up, with one over the other. Despite wearing a dress, she didn't seem to make her position more... "lady-like." She was alone, who would see if she was sitting in a way that would reveal... things? Anthy hummed softly, pleased with the current events of the day. Hopefully she would catch something by sundown or else she'd have to spend her money on food. A light rumble in her stomach started to make her a bit impatient, but why fret about it~? Unless something happened or someone joined her, she could wait however long it'd take~

boondock of ww

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Wilhelm did not often make trips to the lake, but an incurable boredom washed over him. Having been nearby, selling poisons to a group of nondescript bandits, he was compelled to collect some therapeutic herbs. It was not the first time he would have used the ingredients found here, but it would be the first time retrieving them himself. Considering this was a notable landmark, delivery was easy enough to coordinate; he did not have to do the dirty work.

Lake Hylia was the largest body of water in Hyrule, so you could understand his surprise when he came across its vacancy, barring the lone, amateur fisherman. Based on her outfit, and equipment, he deducted this was a pastime -- not a dedicated interest. And, honestly, this might have been her first time. She did not come across as an adept fisherman. In fact, her outfit sang the song of a witch, her broom being, thematically, a little too on the nose. Wilhelm was not so presumptuous to assume her get-up was not anything but a red herring. He would approach nonetheless.

Fixing himself up, he was far too curious to leave her be. Maybe he expected too much of the world, but something interesting must have had happened for her to be the only person here. He ran his hands across his plain, black tunic, smoothing it of any apparent wrinkles. And as he made his way towards her, Wilhelm brushed his blonde hair back, and it messily fell back into place, while slightly favoring the left. This was more out of habit, than an attempt to keep up appearances.

As he drew near, he noticed her less-than-appropriate position and made a note to discipline his eyes. The last thing he needed was a misunderstanding. It would color him poorly and take far too much time away from any meaningful conversation. As he got closer, he noticed she was humming, seemingly enjoying her time here. More often than not, first time fisherman became frustrated. They did not have the endurance that the more experienced had trained for. Perhaps he was wrong, and she was more familiar with the art than what he was led to believe.

He would not wait until he was on top of her to speak. If he had planned to do so, she would have either noticed a man silently walking towards her or be caught off guard by his sudden appearance, neither of which were flattering introductions. At a respectable distance, he inquired, with a warm smile, "The fish are a bit cautious today, aren't they?"

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all of your sorrow, grief and pain locked away in the forests of the night @wilhelm • thanks for joining me c:

Her perception wasn't at it's peak, so she did not sense anyone near her until she heard the sound of his voice. Amaranth turned her head slightly so that she could see who approach from over her shoulder. Now aware of her company, she pressed herself upward and smoothed out her dress to appear more appropriate for her guest. She clucked her tongue and nodded as she agreed, "You can say that again. I know it's not much but..." she nodded her head in the direction of her poorly made fishing rod, "You'd think the grub on it would be enough." It wasn't as if she had been out here for very long, so it wouldn't be realistic of her to have caught an abundance of fish at the moment. But it would be nice to know if they were at least interested... An impish smile graced her lips and she turned to Wilhelm with an excited expression. "Say, do you know much about fishing? Catch up some and maybe I'll make lunch for ya~"

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When she noticed him, she made sure to straighten herself, fixing her posture and smoothing her dress. She was not as carefree as Wilhelm originally suspected. At the very least, she, like Wilhelm, cared about how she presented herself to others. As he took a seat next to her, he made sure to check the ground for mud or wet dirt, the last thing he needed was to dirty his beige, ketill pants without just cause. Now at eye level, he noticed her untamed hair, underneath her floppy witch hat. Okay, if she went out like that, maybe she didn't care for appearance as much as Wilhelm did.

"Sorry to be the bearer of bad news," He began, looking at the lonely grub on her line. Some of the fish would pass by and linger, but were never so daring to bite. "This is the first time I've gone fishing -- and that's only by association. After all, you've done all the hard work." He laughed, omitting that while he had never gone fishing, he has had to catch them on his own before. And, even if a bit unconventional, his methods were rather effective. But while he did not wish to tip his hand early, he was famished. He skipped breakfast in order to cook up the poisons he gave his cliental. And had he not run into the witch, he would have been too distracted to realize how hungry he was. "Although, if you don't mind, I'd be more than willing to give it a try, uh -- I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name," He asked, easing his way in. He knew he hadn't known her name at the beginning of the sentence, but he was not so forward as to ask it without preamble. "I'm Wilhelm." He finished, offering his name in exchange for hers.


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all of your sorrow, grief and pain locked away in the forests of the night @wilhelm • so many fun plans for this thread ♥ let's get to it!

The blonde quirked a brow as the man took a seat beside her. She honestly had not expected to have company, but perhaps it'd make the day go by a bit better than it had before. That is, until he admitted he did not know how to catch a fish. Amaranth pouted a little, pursing her lips to accentuate what was left of her chubby, baby-face cheeks. "Mm... That's too bad. Here I thought we'd have a tasty lunch." His laugh made her drop the act, and she placed a smile upon her lips. His offer to try made her motion toward the stick. "Be my guest. If you've got some sort of magic to work, go ahead and do it." Though if her magic wasn't enough, then maybe they were doomed to have fish. At least she had other options, should they fail at this... Her cat-like eyes switched back to Wilhelm, a playful glint crossing her face. "Nice to meet you, Wilhelm. I'm Amaranth, but if that's too much of a mouthful, feel free to call me Anthy." Everyone else did, anyway. Amaranth sounded too formal for the young woman. She was anything but formal.

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As he examined the fishing pole, she confirmed she was magically inclined. At the very least, she was comfortable enough around it to openly acknowledge its existence. And while this could be a trap, all things considered, he was confident enough in his abilities to not concern himself. Wilhelm is typically hesitant of those wary or power hungry, as they have more volatile reactions to the Triforce shards, but she, genuinely, seemed carefree. And it wasn't too surprising. He was still acting on his hunch that dressing like a witch, usually means you are a witch. And as a proactive individual, he found no harm in showing an innocent display of his powers to have her reveal hers, if she had any.

She introduced herself, and he looked at her with a sly grin, and replied, "Amaranth, is it? Like the never-fading flower? Trust me, it's perfect." Wilhelm understood how often people created nicknames to build closer bonds, but there was a different stigma with the difficult to pronounce. In his experience, they often dealt with the unwilling. And what better way to show acceptance by taking the time to learn someone's name, however difficult it may be? "Funnily enough," Wilhelm continued, standing up, having grabbed a black fishing pole from from seemingly nowhere. The rod's line, aside acting ass normal when he tossed it into the lake, was connected to his shadow by its other end. "I came here to gather some herbs myself. To think one would offer me lunch." He joked, playing on the nature of her name.

If Amaranth were to glance at his fishing pole, she'd notice the line throbbing, almost pulse like, as the the shadow in the water grew larger. While some fish tried to escape, they found themselves immobile, but without being in the water yourself, it would be hard to discern why. As new fish were engulfed by the shadow, you'd notice the cycle: a calm surface, panicked splashes, and subdued, return to peace. Looking towards her once more, he asked earnestly, "How many did you want, Amaranth?"

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