[Knives had deliberately chosen this spot to avoid being disturbed. The city is too much for him; even if the humans are few and far between compared to dragonkin and others, there are still too many with more curiosity than common sense, or meddlers who seem too keen to be involved in his business for his liking. When he'd presided over July, it had been far, far easier to stay apart from the swarming masses below, and he could delegate others to handle matters for him.
But it's peaceful out here. Remote enough, too, that he doesn't expect to spot Vash approach, from his vantage point sitting in the shade of a tree. For Knives' part, he's not hiding under a hood out here, showing the worst of his burn wounds are receding, but there's still a tired and drawn look to his expression.]
Fishing. [He repeats, closing the book he'd been reading and setting it aside. He looks at the tacklebox, then up at Vash.] Why?
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But it's peaceful out here. Remote enough, too, that he doesn't expect to spot Vash approach, from his vantage point sitting in the shade of a tree. For Knives' part, he's not hiding under a hood out here, showing the worst of his burn wounds are receding, but there's still a tired and drawn look to his expression.]
Fishing. [He repeats, closing the book he'd been reading and setting it aside. He looks at the tacklebox, then up at Vash.] Why?
[Why fishing, or why with him -- or both.]