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 Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2008 5:00 pm
"Ah well, I was checking on a few things. My birds can't show me things in detail, so I have to check out sites that interest me on foot."
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Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2008 1:16 pm
"well did you find anything interesting then?" She asked.
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Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2008 2:23 pm
"Unfortunately no. Anyway, do you want to go catch some fish?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2008 4:11 pm
"yea that sounds good, since Malcolm hasn't had any luck" at the sound of his name he turned his head towards her. She got up putting only a little pressure on her hurt foot, testing it. Only a dull receding pain answered, it would soon be better.
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2008 3:19 pm
"Good." Sanjo took out his throwing knives and walked to the lake. When he spotted a fish, he held a knife up and carefully aimed. With a quick swing of his arm, the knife flew from his hand and pinned the fish down. He repeated that process until he caught half a dozen fishes.
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 6:29 am
Sheba's eyes widened, "wow your really good at that" she said, "I guess I'll go find so dry firewood to cook them". She started to walk threw the trees Malcolm following her, scanning the ground for fallen branches.
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2008 7:58 am
Sanjo fetched the fishes and brought it back. He put away his throwing knives and took out his other knife to gut the fish. He was deep in thought as he was working. "Hmm, what should I do?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2008 10:32 am
Sheba walked back to were Sanjo sat carrying a armful of dry sticks. She dropped them near where he sat and then took from a pocket in the saddle two pieces of flint. Adding dry grass to the mix she started a fire after few minutes of striking the flint together.
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2008 10:26 am
Sanjo's hands were covered with blood from cutting the fish, so he wiped them on his cloak. "Okay. Now we just need to cook the fish." He picked up some sticks and stuck the fish through them as if he was making smores.
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Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 3:07 pm
Sheba sat down near the fire and took another fish and carefully stuck it threw the fish, and held it over the smoking fire. Malcolm walked over and stuck his muzzle over to the fish, laughing Sheba pushed him away saying, "your a wolf, go hunt your own food". Malcolm barked and trotted into the woods, as if he understood what she had said.
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Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 4:29 pm
"Heh, that wolf seems smart." Sanjo held a fish over the fire. He looked over at where Sheba was sitting and asked, "Where did you and he meet?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 1:57 pm
"when I was eight years old my farther decided that I should learn how to hunt, so on my eighth birthday he gave me my horse, my eagle, and Malcolm." She said as she rotated her stick with the fish so it would cook evenly. after a moments pause Sheba said "yes those were happy times" with a faint smile of remembrance.
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 1:32 pm
Sanjo took a bite from his fish. He was chewing as he listened to Sheba recall her childhood. He said, "Sounds like your father is a nice man."
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Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2008 10:38 am
"yea I guess so." She said casually. "I mean he was usually so busy with state affairs an all that, I never got to see him much."
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