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Who: Oona
When: Day 37, afternoon
Where: Ocean
Invited: Open
Staus: Incomplete
Basket weaving had ended a half hour ago.
Oona felt the sun beating down on too much skin. The one piece bathing suit she had found among the extra clothing fit her perfectly, and was a lime green that made her look like she was slightly ill. Far from flattering. Her hair was still in it’s multitude of tiny braids with seashells woven into the ends. Fitting.
Oone held a spear she had made of hardwood and one of Molly’s knives. A belt was around her waist, and a net made from twine.
She walked out into the chill water of the ocean, until she had to swim, which was no easy task while holding a spear. When she was far enough out, which was quite far, actually, she cast a small spell. It wasn’t too draining, but it allowed her to hold her breath for five minutes with no truly ill effects.
She dove under the water, and fought her own buoyancy. The sandy bottom was interspersed with rocks. And among them were fish. Too many had gone out hunting boar. Nets caught some good smaller fish. But she was after something sizable. More than one, she hoped.
She had never done this before, although she was an excellent swimmer. The places she had dived long and deep were not of this version of Earth. Some were black as pitch, others full of sea snakes and eyeless eels, with razor finned fish.
And once she had gone through a giant whirlpool, a vortex, while she was held safe in the hand of the lord of water elementals, considered a demigod by many. She would never be able to summon such a being; she did not have the magical energy. But her father, who held her hand as they were in the palm of Straaashaa, he had the power to summon Gods. Thanks to the demon sword he carried. She had not felt it as a threat then.
There, that was a good sized fish, as long as her arm, at least. She just hoped it wasn’t poisonous.