Whitefish River My Heart and Hands Collide

Ira could feel her face flush lightly at the question, perhaps it was more obvious that she thought, although overall she was fine just...hormones. Luckily, as long as she kept a straight face Winterbourne was unlikely to notice, so she would keep her eyes on the river. I am alright. I suppose a tad frustrated, but— that can't be helped. Fishing— isn't easy smooth.

Ah, and right on key a glimpse of silver caught her eye amongst the ripples. It was a small fish, but better than nothing, right? She raised her paw trying to remember the quick tutorial Evergreen had given her oh so long ago. If only she had tried it again since...her paw shot out, although she forgot to hook her paw so the damn thing just ended up sliding right back into the water. A small growl followed as the Count took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.