Morningside Cuesta sky watcher

Vale tipped her head towards him. You still fish in this weather?

Vale understood that water still flowed beneath ice when frozen over and that not all bodies of water froze to begin with. But wasn't it still freezing? Wouldn't fish be startled away by breaking ice? Her expression did not hide her befuddlement.

Her attention shifted to question he presented to her. She hadn't acted in accordance to a routine or plan. Merely a whim and one that accomplished what she set out to do. As simple as the goal was, in truth. An innate desire to wander sated, if only temporarily.

No, I've not planned much else. Apart from returning home once I'm too cold to stay out.