if wishes were fishes we'd all be throwing nets.

Lilia a'Mahina · 04-14-2012, 06:57 PM

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Lia will be going for the Asuhis co-rank. She also wants to meet her new family, so free fish for all! c: AniWayans only, no set maximum for number of participants, but if more than 2 others show up (here's hoping!), I'mma say no posting order to keep things moving. Stop in for a post or two, jump in any time, stay for awhile, 's all good 8D Backdated to the 10th.

As the new day dawned, a new chapter of her life began. Lilia awoke bright and early to greet the rising sun, which cast a warm red glow across the lands and tinted her sandy coat cinnamon. Eager to make a favourable first impression, she set to work at once. She was no shrinking violet — there would be no 'adjustment period' as she settled into the pack. The woman was uninterested in exploring all the pack lands had to offer, for she knew its secrets would unfold in due time. She cared not to stake out a den claim, as the weather was nice and she had spent probably three quarters of the past year's nights under the stars or in the modest shelter provided by a magnificent maple or stately sassafras. No, what she was interested in was networking.

She gravitated north towards the sea, then spent the entire morning preparing: she gathered wood, dug two forked limbs into the coarse sand on either side of the soon-to-be fire, sharpened her fishing spear, and carefully wove and knotted her ropes into a formidable fishing net. She enlisted Makani's assistance to help her cast it — it took some time to position it just so in the rolling waves — then lit a blaze using her regular bow drill technique. Once she was satisfied, she stood on the slippery rocks ringing a small tide pool and snagged her first catches. It was only enough for her and Makani; for now she would catch no more, and yet the Hawaiians would wait to eat. Overfishing and overconsumption were Sinful. When her first guests arrived, they could eat these fish; only then would she catch more. If a great enough crowd gathered, she would pull in the net.

She laid the fish out neatly in a row, touching each tenderly as her eyes closed and she muttered a small prayer. Once the scaly creatures were thanked individually for their sacrifice, she fixed them to the spit and set them to cook. By then it was just shy of noon, and, confident she would not be disturbing the peace at this hour, she had no qualms tossing her head back and singing into the sky: Come, Brothers and Sisters, a feast awaits!

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