A song of the waterways
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Set in the garden, where Anatoliy is working on the waterway.

To avoid boredom, the Russo had decided to work on prettying up the waterway in the garden. He knew that he would have to maintain the water as well as provide fish for the pack so that he could become an official fisherman in the pack. Not that he really needed the recognition in official terms. Anatoliy was a fisherman and that was the end of that. It was what had defined him and it what would continue to define him until his dying day. What else could he say about himself other than that he was a man with various fishing skills? He had already brought the lobster and grab traps from his encounter with Eclipse and was working on replicating and fixing them into working order.


The pack would have lobster and crab and all manner of seafood to supplement their meat. Especially in summer, when hunting was a tad harder, the fruit of the sea would be the most efficient way to put food to their bellies. Hopefully those allergic would stay away and everyone else make sure to only treat it as supplements to the diet. They were meat eaters and they needed the flesh of the land bound creatures. Even Anatoliy knew that.


Lugging stones, the Russian man set up a pile of cleaned river stones, most of them flat and broad. He had pulled them from the sea coast and from a small lake further inland. It had been an ordeal to get them all, but he had planned to line the small river that flowed through the fort with them. It would keep the water clear and ensure that it would be clean and sweet. If it got muddy, they could always find the source upstream.


The water was cold and Anatoliy had chosen to keep a towel on hand to dry off wet feet to keep them from freezing. It was simply faster than making a fire or returning to the court house where the wind did not bite. Stepping into the small river, the man ignored the chill of the water between his legs and brushed away debris from near his left foot. The water turned murky and the man planted a broad stone into the cleared out area before the silt could even settle. His fingers had felt that the area was clean, and it was enough for him. If debris would settle over the stones, it was easier to brush them clean. More likely than not, the water would clear it for them.


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Tony had spent most of his time here in Casa di Cavalieri, fixing up any weapons he found lying around, or indeed any items he found in the villages and cities nearby. Halifax wasn't far away after all, and he could easily pop over for a few hours. He'd found several shiny jewels in the city too and this had given him a perfect opportunity to practise his stone setting work. While fairly easy, or at least he thought so, it required a certain amount of finesse that Tony struggled to grasp due to his mass. His was better suited for the brute strength side of smithery. He'd become very hot from his repetitive work, not to mention tired as he had been focussed solely on his work for some time now, Tony decided reluctantly that it would be best to get out of the courthouse for a while.


The blacksmith had walked to the garden, taking his time as he admired the sight of the receding winter. Of course, to him any time between seasons was an ugly sight. Now, between winter and spring, nothing grew, nothing was green. Where bright white carpets of snow once lay, were wet scruffs of plant life. Tony frowned softly, but decided not to focus on the negative things. There was too much in his life he was dwelling on. Especially his wish to see Neela again. Her company really was exquisite.


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