Rhea'li's tail flicks and a wide grin spreads across his face.
"I'll be holding you to that!"
And with that declaration, he starts rapidly reeling. Oddly enough, the fish doesn't seem to resist overly much, almost as if it wants to be reeled. However, once Rhea'li has it in its hands, perhaps some kind of survival instinct kicking in, the fish starts wriggling and flopping about. Quickly, Rhea'li slaps the fish down onto the flat stone ground of his chosen fishing spot and in a swift motion, draws the knife he has sheathed on his belt at his back and cuts off its head with no hesitation. Immediately it stills, but twitches on occasion as the brain's severed connection keep it in its death throes.
Rhea'li takes a moment to look at it. It looks like... a carp? It has some interesting colours?
"If you're going to stand around, you could make yourself useful and get the pan."
Rhea'li nods in the direction of the pile of... stuff... on the other side of him. Presumably it's everything he needs for cooking and cleaning a freshly caught catch, but amongst the stuff there's a frypan in there. And... spray on oil? (A new and shiny novelty to Rhea'li.) But there doesn't seem to be any kind of cooking appliance to apply heat...?
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"I'll be holding you to that!"
And with that declaration, he starts rapidly reeling. Oddly enough, the fish doesn't seem to resist overly much, almost as if it wants to be reeled. However, once Rhea'li has it in its hands, perhaps some kind of survival instinct kicking in, the fish starts wriggling and flopping about. Quickly, Rhea'li slaps the fish down onto the flat stone ground of his chosen fishing spot and in a swift motion, draws the knife he has sheathed on his belt at his back and cuts off its head with no hesitation. Immediately it stills, but twitches on occasion as the brain's severed connection keep it in its death throes.
Rhea'li takes a moment to look at it. It looks like... a carp? It has some interesting colours?
"If you're going to stand around, you could make yourself useful and get the pan."
Rhea'li nods in the direction of the pile of... stuff... on the other side of him. Presumably it's everything he needs for cooking and cleaning a freshly caught catch, but amongst the stuff there's a frypan in there. And... spray on oil? (A new and shiny novelty to Rhea'li.) But there doesn't seem to be any kind of cooking appliance to apply heat...?