Marachius Ainsley

Another Day Fishing

Marachius sat on the edge of the canal, his bucket to one side of him and his shoes to the other. With a flick of his wrist, his fishing pole whipped forward and launched his line out into the water. Calmly, he tapped on his line a couple of times and waited. The sun was setting behind him, causing the water to reflect a deep orange as the currents pushed past.

Behind him, three teenaged boys were walking past when one of them noticed the paladin and stopped. Tapping the nearest boy on the shoulder with the back of his hand, he pointed towards Marachius as the other two stopped walking and looked at him. They quietly muttered to each other, snickering because of their hushed comments.

Still chuckling, they started to walk away just as Marachius began bringing in his line. Holding his fishing rod up, he pulled a rather small fish from the water. Two of the teenage boys began walking away but the third stayed long enough to see the paladin remove the small fish from his hook and toss him back into the canal. Shaking his head, he quickly caught up with his friends.

Marachius glanced over his shoulder just as the three boys turned the corner and disappeared. Shrugging to himself, he looked back to the waters and cast his hook out again.