Prompt Fourteen
Yunz
Fishing was exciting, fun, boring, but most of all fun. it was fun to sit on his butt, staring idly at the stick and string he was using to catch supposed fish within these caves, trying very hard not to close his eyes and take a nap; the steady drip of water onto crystals was, more or less, utterly hypnotic-- the more he listened, the more he wanted to curl up into a ball and sleep, but the bitter grow of his stomach demanded him to stay awake and, for the love of any Gods that may lend their ear to his suffering, catch a few fish for himself-- and he supposed, for his friends as well.
Not that he hadn't intended on letting them starve, but he had more or less decided the first few fish he caught would go directly to his belly. Young as he was, he saw himself as needing food the most, not the two old geezers tagging along on the adventure. Again, eyes back to the rod, it took all his energy not to sprint away and do, well, anything else. Maybe dig up a few crystals and stash them-- they had to be worth something, right? They must have been worth more than the moment of sitting, staring at a fishing rod, and wishing that a fish wouldn't be picky about what it ate-- considering it lived in a cave as opposed to, well, an ocean, which he figured how a lot more delicious treats swimming about.
Sure, a piece of bread wasn't ... the bed, and it was more a crumb, but it should have been worth something to cave fish! Stupid ... crystal cave fish!
Yunz
Fishing was exciting, fun, boring, but most of all fun. it was fun to sit on his butt, staring idly at the stick and string he was using to catch supposed fish within these caves, trying very hard not to close his eyes and take a nap; the steady drip of water onto crystals was, more or less, utterly hypnotic-- the more he listened, the more he wanted to curl up into a ball and sleep, but the bitter grow of his stomach demanded him to stay awake and, for the love of any Gods that may lend their ear to his suffering, catch a few fish for himself-- and he supposed, for his friends as well.
Not that he hadn't intended on letting them starve, but he had more or less decided the first few fish he caught would go directly to his belly. Young as he was, he saw himself as needing food the most, not the two old geezers tagging along on the adventure. Again, eyes back to the rod, it took all his energy not to sprint away and do, well, anything else. Maybe dig up a few crystals and stash them-- they had to be worth something, right? They must have been worth more than the moment of sitting, staring at a fishing rod, and wishing that a fish wouldn't be picky about what it ate-- considering it lived in a cave as opposed to, well, an ocean, which he figured how a lot more delicious treats swimming about.
Sure, a piece of bread wasn't ... the bed, and it was more a crumb, but it should have been worth something to cave fish! Stupid ... crystal cave fish!