[Byleth had heard the crunch of feet against the snow long before the voice called out to him, but he had initially ignored it. Many animals, reflecting the same beautiful colours of the Northern Lights above, wandered by to drink from the water, and the few human visitors were here for the same reason as him: to fish. He never felt the need to acknowledge them pointlessly.
At Lumine's question, though, he inclined his head towards his basket sitting beside his rock, where two modestly sized carps were resting.]
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At Lumine's question, though, he inclined his head towards his basket sitting beside his rock, where two modestly sized carps were resting.]
Decent. The fish are biting today.