Misheart padded in-between the reeds, and made herself comfortable. She stilled herself, staring into the icey depths of the river, waiting. A hint of silver caught in the corner of her eye. Misheart quickly lashed out at it, and hooked it. She set it beside her, waiting for more.
~Fishing~ (Open!)
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