you wanna open your eyes ._. fishing

[SÉAMUS]

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☠ | Séamus Ó Faoláin

The Irishman considered himself proficient in many survival skills.  As a prince and pirate, it was important he could manage on his own.  As a small wildcat, he did not often jump into the water -- if he desired a fish, he often shifted into a body better suited.

Not everyone could simply change their body's shape at will however; they needed to learn the hard way.  It felt like a shame too, since Séamus himself preferred giving chase than simply sweeping a fish out of the water or stabbing it with a spear.  Simply sitting and waiting took a great deal of patience he could respect, but there was a thrill and challenge to chasing the fish under the water.

When the faerie spotted the Survivor attempting to hunt with a makeshift spear, he sat on the sand to watch.  Honestly curious at first, but growing amused as the attempt with awry.  He chuckled quietly, though he meant no harm from it, resting his tail over his paws.

"I don't believe salamanders hunt wit spears," he pointed out, sea-green eyes glinting.  Though I would like to see that.  "If you're new to fishing, I wouldn't suggest tryin the ocean.  You want calmer waters to see better."