"Following the stream"
While wandering throughout the forest he had come to know quite well by now, Solmar had all of his senses on high alert at all times, even though his rather careless posture seemed to indicate otherwise. After being imbued with a foreign magic he still knew very little about, his sense of smell had been increased to the point where he could smell it whenever some unwashed beast would come skulking out of their den, looking for something to eat. At the same time, his hearing had been heightened to where he could now hear the creaking of twigs and leaves on the forest floor, or something moving in the trees above him. If nothing else, the strange magic had been a gift that kept on giving as it was perhaps the non-magical portions of it that had brought him the greatest benefits of all. After all, he was a traveler who did not venture into the human dwellings all that often, and for good reason.
Having already been there quite recently to gather up some supplies that he could not get anywhere in the wilderness, he wouldn't need to return there for at least a week or so. With what he had in his duffle bag, he had everything he needed to catch fish in the stream, set up some traps for bigger game and to make his outdoor living a bit more luxurious. With some small bottles containing spices as simple as rock salt, black pepper, chives, coriander and red pepper, he had the means to make even the most bland of food such as deer taste good. Continuing to wander further into the forest, he listened to the birds as they sang their songs, he entered a portion of the forest that was so incredibly pink that it almost gave him a stroke. What with the trees themselves owning pink leaves and the forest floor beneath it being covered with them for the largest part, the only things standing out were the stalks of grass sticking out from under them and the stream passing by it.
"Are we gonna catch some icky-slickeys?"
When a high-pitched voice started coming from under Solmar's coat, he watched as something was rooting around in the sleeve of his oversized fur coat. Since the coat primarily acted as a blanket for him, it had become something his cat Fellis had started using as a mobile home, often using one of the sleeves to sleep in and storing his belongings inside of Solmar's pockets. When it had finished rooting around and made its way out, a white furry head came sticking out right next to Solmar's own. Crawling out and sitting down inside of the hood, Fellis had front-row seats to everything going on behind Solmar. So when it saw how lively the stream was with small fish, it had to bring it up.
"Maybe later, the fish here don't seem big enough to even work out as proper bait. We might be able to find some larger ones up-stream though."
"Ah. Well when we do, I'll be sure to catch one this time."
Grinning a bit at the notion of Fellis actually catching a fish instead of just reaching for one, falling in and scaring quite literally every living thing within a few kilometer radius with his cowardly screams, the young man figured that he should at some point sit down in order to make the cat his own make-shift fishing rod from some leftover lines and a sturdy twig. While it seemed unlikely that he'd ever catch something worthwhile, it would at the very least keep the little guy out of the water, thus making his job of providing for the both of them a whole lot easier. With that thought in mind, the two kept trekking onward, following the stream and hoping to find a good spot where they could sit down and catch something decent.
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