While the honey-hued woman was not adverse to physical contact, but she generally kept a standard three pace rule. Of coarse there were those that were allowed within her comfort barrier and naturally during any sort of sparring session it was impossible to uphold. However, when she found herself in the company of Anatoliy there was a growing desire to be closer. Still when she had rested her hand in the crook of his arm she could help but feel a sliver of doubt that it would be unwanted. His golden eyes held only the slightest confusing and certainly no disdain before he turned his gaze back to the sea with perhaps a bit of a grin on his face. It was a shame that had had further to walk. Red Wine? Hm, I'll keep a look out for a bottle and maybe we can find out sometime. She rather like the prospect of the idea.
Before they waded out to the rocks they were to fish from, Anann went ahead and put her belt back on, with its pouch of dried meat, and strapped on the small blade. It was better to get it wet than risk losing it completely. Climbing on top of the rocks themselves was harder than she would have liked to admit. What with the push and pull of the water, as well as the slick surface. She simply nodded when he asked if she was ready. She gave the tin a curious look as she took it from him. Unsure at first what it for, but once she opened it up it was rather obvious. She made a bit of face at the slimy little creatures the tin housed. She plucked one of the wriggling, slimy worms from the tin and replaced the lid. She watched him with a grin on her face as his big hands quickly and nimbly threaded the hook and tied the barely visible line.
The hook securely fastened to the line he passed it to her. She took it carefully not wanting to snag either one of them with the barbed hook. She looked at both the worm and the hook, trying to decide how she was suppose to put the two together. Starting at well, one end of the worm (which was the eating end and which was the pooping end she had no clue nor desire to know) she ran the hook through it as far as she could before it barbed end exited the bait worm. Did I do it right? She asked, holding up the hook and bait for his inspection.
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