When Dekana had returned to the village with the Whale Fin that he'd obtained in fending off the sand whale, the villagers had immediately taken it away with knowing winks and soothing smiles as he flailed about, upset they were taking his trophy. He'd repelled a sand whale! They couldn't just steal the spoils!!
It wasn't until he'd burst into the workshop they'd taken the fin to that he realized one of their artisans was reworking some of the fin into a fishing pole, a big fishing pole. That could only mean one thing! Fishing! Dekana positively adored fishing! It would be a piece of cake!
Thus, when the old man came to speak to him about the need for fish oil, Dekana didn't even let him finish before agreeing and grabbing the bait bucket they'd offered. Pole on his shoulder and bait in one hand, Dekana set off in the indicated direction with a surprisingly spry step. He wasn't sure if the villagers were warming up to him but, he realized, he was definitely warming up to them!
It wasn't too much longer until he came to the pond the man had mentioned. Creepy, scummed over by algae and plants, he was pretty sure that was a skeleton of some sort sticking up out of the mud over there... and something circled occasionally, leaving a trail of bubbles. Familiar with the tactics of aquatic predators, Dekana stayed away from the pond's edge, understanding why the villagers had made a large pole rather then a normal one – he didn't want to end up something's snack.
Flopping onto the ground, Dekana sat cross-legged as he uncovered the bucket to find his bait. It was a tail... a slimy tail with a bulb on the end but a tail nonetheless. He frowned, what kind of bait was that? Did the villagers go fishing much at all? He chuckled and took the tail out and, using his talons, sliced it into multiple bits of bait. They wanted lots of oil... he needed lots of opportunities. The process was goopy and he started to smell a strange blend of fish guts and mud by the end but it was done.
Carefully, the wrapped the first bit of bait around the hook, affixing it so that the fish couldn't just n** it off and be gone... if it wanted the bait, he needed it to get the hook too.
Ready, he finally cast the line, out into the deep water, and began whispering, hoping whatever lived here fell under the power of his people – little fish swimming around the hook would help disguise it.
THIS IS HALLOWEEN
WHERE IT IS ALWAYS HALLOWEEN (and sometimes exams)
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