He remained quiet on the lakeside. His hands wrapped around the fishing road in concentration. His line gently bopping along the water. His stomach gurgled hungrily. His eyes watching for any movement out on the water. The slightest tug he would reel in his fishing line slowly until he would feel a resistance. However, nothing happened like that just yet. However, he heard the sound of feet approaching from behind him, and he froze momentarily. He saw a figure out of the corner of his eye and tried to ignore her. His hands occupied with the rod as the sound of a young woman's voice spoke to him. He smirked happily as she complimented his violin case. However, he only brought his hand to his lips and gently hushed her not in a scolding manner but more of a gentle reminder he was fishing. As everyone knows, loud noises make fishing difficult.
His voice spoke as if he were inside a library. "A little quieter otherwise, I'll be here all day trying to catch breakfast, my lady. You will have to forgive me for not bowing this time." He chuckled heartily and turned his attention back towards his spot. "Thank you for the compliment on the case; not many in Kiri have a music appreciation." His mind flashed briefly as images of his father and him at home, listening to a recording of his mother by a fireside on a record. He shook his head as he felt a gentle tug on his pole and slowly reeled in and ceased and would see what would happen. For a few moments, his line bopped against the water's surface until the lure was then pulled below the surface. His grin turned into a smile as he pulled his feet dug into the soft beach sand, and the rods top portion dipped as he pulled it back and began to crank the reel pulling in his line.
His grin stood in elation as the fish he was bringing in breached the surface as he caught sight of it. It was a good large-sized rainbow trout. It would fill his stomach till lunch, but by then, he would be back in the village and hopefully shopping. He chuckled happily as the fish put up a valiant struggle a but ultimately, he was the victor pulling it out of the water and holding it up and measuring it with his eyes. Its tail wiggled as it dangled from the hook, and he looked at it sorrowfully. He did not relish killing, but it was for him to eat; he needed to kill. " I'm a sorry little guy but natural order and whatnot." As he moved towards rock and placed it as it flapped against the surface, he bent down, and with a singular stroke, he put the fish out of its misery. He put his line on one shoulder as he picked up the fish and Violin case. He made his way, little ways approximately four meters from his original spot, and began to gather wood and dried up patches of grass and form it into a small fire pit. once the wood was stacked, he would open his violin case.
He lifted out the bow and violin and set them carefully on a rock beside him. His eyes lingered for a moment out towards the Princess of the mist, and he returned them to the lining of his case as e pullup up the bottom, revealing a small hidden compartment. Inside was a few common spices as well as a filleting knife box of matches. He pulled out the box gave it a little shake, and listened to the contents rattling about; he had a few left he would need to buy more. He pulled out a match and lit the tip of the match against the side, and tossed it into the wood. Gently blowing on the flames to help it breathe and spread across the dried beach grass. Soon a small fire began to roar to life as he pulled back and went to work on the fish. Slicing open ints stomach and pulling out its innards and beginning to debone it gently placing them to the side. His hands slightly bloody; he would grab a small twig and put it through the mouth of the fish and out the end of it and began to sprinkle it with some salt and pepper on both sides. He lamented he didn't have any lemon to sprinkle it on, but it would do. taking the fish, he would move back towards the water and wash his hands clean before giving a delayed bow of respect towards the kit. "Apologies for the delayed show of respect had my hands a bit full. but while I wait for the fire to get going, would you care to join me by the fire, my lady, and chat?"