Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2015 5:22:04 GMT -5
”Did you travel by ship?”
He gave a nod to her question; ”most of my family are sailors- warriors and sailors.” He answered her. It was part of their blood line, water and weaponry was in the Capitani blood. They all new how to bear arms, they all knew how to wield a weapon as well as they could wield a fishing rod or hoist themselves up the centre mast of a ship to sit amongst the crow’s nest. It was in the core of who they were, in their fathers and mothers, and aunts and sisters- they all felt that connection to the waves and to steel.
”….an entitled little prince…then I may have to ‘shoo’ you.”
”Is it arrogance to suggest there is no fear in that, Lady?” He asked, with that winning smile firmly placed on his features. ”It is not something I can admit to ever being called, an ‘entitled prince’, though take care with your words as you do not know who may be eves dropping and who may take the wrong idea from what you speak.”
He watched her set up, not offering his help as she seemed to have a system and he did not wish to interrupt or impose upon it. He knelt near to where she was working and let his fingers trace down absently through the grass. It was a little damp still, from the dew and the nightfall, and it was soft under the pads of his fingers. As the moment turned into a minute, he moved himself to lay on his stomach next to where she had set up her rods. When she offered one to him he shook his head, offering a hand in gesture of not wishing to take to rod and explained; ”I am more than content to watch your rod with you, to sit in good company and not fish for myself.” He smiled again, that handsome dazzling smile, that showed his youth, then rested his chin on his folded hands, laying on his belly and looking into the water ahead of them.
Then she said something unexpected;
” If you don't mind, a small ceremony to attract the spirits of our bounty?”
Fishermen were suspicious- like actors- it was a part of their nature. He frowned at her words and turned his head to look at her; ”What do you mean?” He asked her, aware they were from different parts of the world and that people had different cultural preferences…but he had not seen a fishing ceremony before. Not unless it included the cheer and drinking of celebration from a good haul and the praise to the gods in the sky for bringing them home safely.
But, despite his words, he waved her on, nodding and allowing her to do as she pleased. ”But you must promise to tell me all about it when you are finished.” He insisted, boyishly.
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He gave a nod to her question; ”most of my family are sailors- warriors and sailors.” He answered her. It was part of their blood line, water and weaponry was in the Capitani blood. They all new how to bear arms, they all knew how to wield a weapon as well as they could wield a fishing rod or hoist themselves up the centre mast of a ship to sit amongst the crow’s nest. It was in the core of who they were, in their fathers and mothers, and aunts and sisters- they all felt that connection to the waves and to steel.
”….an entitled little prince…then I may have to ‘shoo’ you.”
”Is it arrogance to suggest there is no fear in that, Lady?” He asked, with that winning smile firmly placed on his features. ”It is not something I can admit to ever being called, an ‘entitled prince’, though take care with your words as you do not know who may be eves dropping and who may take the wrong idea from what you speak.”
He watched her set up, not offering his help as she seemed to have a system and he did not wish to interrupt or impose upon it. He knelt near to where she was working and let his fingers trace down absently through the grass. It was a little damp still, from the dew and the nightfall, and it was soft under the pads of his fingers. As the moment turned into a minute, he moved himself to lay on his stomach next to where she had set up her rods. When she offered one to him he shook his head, offering a hand in gesture of not wishing to take to rod and explained; ”I am more than content to watch your rod with you, to sit in good company and not fish for myself.” He smiled again, that handsome dazzling smile, that showed his youth, then rested his chin on his folded hands, laying on his belly and looking into the water ahead of them.
Then she said something unexpected;
” If you don't mind, a small ceremony to attract the spirits of our bounty?”
Fishermen were suspicious- like actors- it was a part of their nature. He frowned at her words and turned his head to look at her; ”What do you mean?” He asked her, aware they were from different parts of the world and that people had different cultural preferences…but he had not seen a fishing ceremony before. Not unless it included the cheer and drinking of celebration from a good haul and the praise to the gods in the sky for bringing them home safely.
But, despite his words, he waved her on, nodding and allowing her to do as she pleased. ”But you must promise to tell me all about it when you are finished.” He insisted, boyishly.
~~
PM sent
@itsasonaia