HEART POUNDING IN MY HEAD // fishing

[SÉAMUS]

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☠ | Séamus Ó Faoláin

In a form other than his current, the Irishman found fishing an interesting activity.  As it were, rusty spotted cats were not exactly built for water.  Unless of course, one had some mink in them -- such as his daughter.

The faerie bit the inside of his cheek, relieved to spot said child besides someone else.  She certainly didn't like sitting still.  Séamus was the same way.  Catching onto Drayden's current stance, the wildcat moved over the pier quietly, cautious of his own shadow.

"Careful, Rowa," he urged gently.  Despite her webbed paws and more mink-like tail, he was not certain she was big enough to make a direct swimming attempt yet -- wary of the way she leaned so close to the edge.

Of course, the Irishman wanted to encourage the endeavor, brows creasing as he also looked into the water's depths.  "See anythin'? Maybe you can spot for Drayden?"

"When you do see one close to the surface, lad, you want to be quick -- scoop it out o' the water, then kill it."