Whitewater Gorge Boys workin' on empty

Faolán bark-laughed in delight as Mazi flung her fourth fish out of the water. "Well done, Mazi! It appears that you are the Fisher Queen." He lowered his head and neck in a mock bow, grinning as he did so. Njal lay away from the water, face sullen, obviously beaten down by the fish that had escaped his grasp.

The fish on the shore brought to mind the story of Fionn and the salmon, one of his favorite tales as a child. His father told it with such fervor, orange eyes sparkling in the moonlight. The great hero Fionn, in his early years, caught a fish and ate it, not knowing that fish contained all the world's knowledge in its meat. Fionn became the wisest in the old lands and rose to be a king, simply because he had eaten a salmon.

"Gods, give me that sort of luck," Faolán murmured, and dove for a third time into the water, jaws snapping. He couldn't resist a chortle as he emerged with empty jaws; evidently, the gods' luck was not on his side today.

 

Roll: 5. Also, Fionn story adapted from this