And all I ever wanted...


Otz counts the fish as he waits, patience here is key. Though his muscles begin to burn from the stiffness of his posture, he waits. He needs to get the fish use to his linger presence, give them a false sense of security. He is quiet and still, only the gurgling sounds of the water passing through under the ice could be heard. Even the stranger is quiet enough Otz does not hear her coming up on him. Finally! A target sets itself up for him, a fish settles itself wedged between two large rocks. It can't go left, it can't go right. His muscles bulge as he tenses and prepares for the strike.
Finally allowing his front legs to come up and curl against his chest, his body falls and his horn stabs the ice, slicing clean through the thin layer like a saw. His legs snap out from his chest just before he collapses and he tilts his head to see if he'd snagged the fish. As the rustled up mud floated down stream and cleared the area hiding the tip of his horn... he was disappointed to see that no fish had been speared at the end. Otz pulled his horn free from the ice and lift his head. He felt a sting of cold on his forehead as water trickled down his horn onto his face.
Otz frowned with disappointment, maybe this stupid idea is just too far fetched. His big equine body doesn't have the fast striking speed a predator needs to catch prey. But Otz refused to give up! He began to turn around figuring maybe fishing from another part of the river would be increase his chances.
When suddenly the stallion freezes in his tracks, his body gets stiff and his eyes narrow as he sees a red and white winged (tall of course) maiden standing there... just... watching. With the most confused look. HOW LONG HAS SHE BEEN THERE?! Otz was lost for words, his body grew hot and flustered with embarrassment, really how long as she been there?! And why is every horse around here so big and paired with wings? Otz chokes on a lump in his throat, but his head throbs with the though of the owl he'd left back at the tree. Embarrassing as this is, he cannot let his emotions cause him to fail. Regaining himself he forces something from his throat. "Uh... I uh... need... to. Catch a fish?"
Well, now she likely thinks you're the village idiot exiled and left for death.

Was rest.