There was, at one point, not very long after diving in deep and swimming around to explore the otpions for the actual reason for being in the water, that Sidon rather forgot about showing off and just found himself wrapped up in merely enjoying himself and taking full advantage of the sea. Luckily for his audience, there was only an incredibly thin line between Sidon showing off and Sidon just having fun. And the fishing was excellent this morning; it would be a more difficult thing to narrow in on what to catch than it would be to actually catch them, though he did try to make it a particularly exciting one that would inspire a few good leaps out of the water here and there.
The highlight, however, was easily when he'd caught the attention of an ockorok and taunted him to the point where, when Sidon made a leap out of the water, it jumped, too, ready to launch a rock at him. Sidon pulled back his trident, leaned to the side just enough to narrowly avoid the projectile before releasing his weapon with a straight shot at the troublesome beast, which struck just in time for Sidon to plunge back into the water to collect his spoils.
And that wasn't even done to show off, but it was kind of nice that it would likely work out that way.
Knowing he could easily lose himself at this for quite some time, Sidon eventually made the effort to rein it in and return to the shore, making a fast track for the land before ducking in with just enough depth and space left for a good departure, launching up, flipping artfully, and landing in a deep crouch on the sand, thumping the end of his trident in the sand like a flag claiming the spot, only instead of a flag, it was a large, pierced fish held between its prongs. A fish that, given a little longer in this world, might have been just about as big as Vette herself.
And when he looked up from his landing with a grin and straightened up, he regarded the fish at the end of his trident with a tilted head and a laugh. "Yes," he mused, as if he'd spent a good deal of time considering it, "I believe this shall do nicely!"
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The highlight, however, was easily when he'd caught the attention of an ockorok and taunted him to the point where, when Sidon made a leap out of the water, it jumped, too, ready to launch a rock at him. Sidon pulled back his trident, leaned to the side just enough to narrowly avoid the projectile before releasing his weapon with a straight shot at the troublesome beast, which struck just in time for Sidon to plunge back into the water to collect his spoils.
And that wasn't even done to show off, but it was kind of nice that it would likely work out that way.
Knowing he could easily lose himself at this for quite some time, Sidon eventually made the effort to rein it in and return to the shore, making a fast track for the land before ducking in with just enough depth and space left for a good departure, launching up, flipping artfully, and landing in a deep crouch on the sand, thumping the end of his trident in the sand like a flag claiming the spot, only instead of a flag, it was a large, pierced fish held between its prongs. A fish that, given a little longer in this world, might have been just about as big as Vette herself.
And when he looked up from his landing with a grin and straightened up, he regarded the fish at the end of his trident with a tilted head and a laugh. "Yes," he mused, as if he'd spent a good deal of time considering it, "I believe this shall do nicely!"