[Despite the harrowing experience of being captured even briefly, Flayn is nothing if not an optimist at heart; though she worries about just what those people want with her blood, she knows that she cannot allow those fears to control her. If Seteth had his way, they would have fled and Flayn would have never been able to see the new friends she had made at the monastery ever again...and Flayn couldn't live like that. Nor with that. She's so tired of hiding, of being trapped elsewhere and hidden...
When Professor Byleth had allowed her to join the Black Eagles, she had been overjoyed. She could finally live as a student at the monastery, and learn more about the world--about the fish who swim sideways, about the sea, about magic and people and anything that Flayn could have possibly dreamed of. Truly, she's elated. And even moreso, she's happy to be amongst so many delightfully interesting people. Dorothea is so very kind, Ferdinand is likewise so, and really, all of the Black Eagles are such interesting people. Even Edelgard and Hubert are, she's finding, though they are certainly more distant than most...
Of course, Flayn's objective tonight has nothing to do with that. Sneaking out of her room is certainly a lot harder nowadays than it was before she was attacked, but with the knights on guard, she's sure to be safe. It takes some sneaking around, but Flayn is eventually able to make her way out to the pond.]
Now, where would that fishing rod be...aha! There you are!
[Flayn has been down at the fishing spot enough to know that there's almost always one line left behind. The students sometimes aren't very thorough in making sure everything is back in working order, but it works to Flayn's advantage by allowing her an opportunity to try fishing for herself for once. If she can just remember how her mother did it...
Flayn walks to the pond easily, fishing rod in hand...without any bait...she doesn't remember all of what her mother did, but she's got the spirit and at least remembers some steps.]
First, you must steel the mind and envision the fish you wish to capture...and then, aha!
[Flayn attempts to cast the line over her head, first throwing the line back with the intention to cast far into the water. Of course, the problem there is that her hook gets something, but it hasn't even gone into the water? Flayn seems utterly mystified, trying to give the poll a tug in complete and utter confusion.]
My books have not told me of any fish that fly about in the air--just what have I managed to hook...?
[...Flayn if you could sound more concerned than you are currently excited at the thought of a flying fish, that would be fantastic?]
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When Professor Byleth had allowed her to join the Black Eagles, she had been overjoyed. She could finally live as a student at the monastery, and learn more about the world--about the fish who swim sideways, about the sea, about magic and people and anything that Flayn could have possibly dreamed of. Truly, she's elated. And even moreso, she's happy to be amongst so many delightfully interesting people. Dorothea is so very kind, Ferdinand is likewise so, and really, all of the Black Eagles are such interesting people. Even Edelgard and Hubert are, she's finding, though they are certainly more distant than most...
Of course, Flayn's objective tonight has nothing to do with that. Sneaking out of her room is certainly a lot harder nowadays than it was before she was attacked, but with the knights on guard, she's sure to be safe. It takes some sneaking around, but Flayn is eventually able to make her way out to the pond.]
Now, where would that fishing rod be...aha! There you are!
[Flayn has been down at the fishing spot enough to know that there's almost always one line left behind. The students sometimes aren't very thorough in making sure everything is back in working order, but it works to Flayn's advantage by allowing her an opportunity to try fishing for herself for once. If she can just remember how her mother did it...
Flayn walks to the pond easily, fishing rod in hand...without any bait...she doesn't remember all of what her mother did, but she's got the spirit and at least remembers some steps.]
First, you must steel the mind and envision the fish you wish to capture...and then, aha!
[Flayn attempts to cast the line over her head, first throwing the line back with the intention to cast far into the water. Of course, the problem there is that her hook gets something, but it hasn't even gone into the water? Flayn seems utterly mystified, trying to give the poll a tug in complete and utter confusion.]
My books have not told me of any fish that fly about in the air--just what have I managed to hook...?
[...Flayn if you could sound more concerned than you are currently excited at the thought of a flying fish, that would be fantastic?]