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Sameth had been on his way to the forge when he looked over at the lake and it reminded him of the coast around Belisaere and he felt oddly homesick. So he went into the Bar to get fishing gear, including a picnic basket then set up on the dock, he couldn't find a boat. She even gave him a hat, the straw boater kind that he used to wear in Ancelstierre and he's set up with one of the chairs from the garden.

By the time the sun goes down, he has a few fish in his creel, and has made friends with the turtleducks. He doesn't go in until the sun's completely set and then he stops by the fire to warm up and take notes from the datapad that Fives gave him.

(OOC: Catch him going out, fishing or inside.)

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You know who else is friends with the turtleducks? The Firelord.

Sometime before sundown, Zuko's come out to enjoy the water and fresh air away from literally anyone he could know at home. The little turtleduck flock has grown over the years, starting from six and now easily quintuple that after the years. He's brought an assortment of greens and seeds in a bag, hanging under one arm.

"Afternoon," he says to the other man. Hearing his voice, the turtleducks come out in force, making little 'qua, qua' noises as they come. They know Zuko brings the very best food.

Sameth turns as he's putting away his rod and reel, "It sounds like they know you."

"They do," Zuko says as he comes closer. "I brought them here."

He remembers it well; Azula and he had come back to the palace, his father thought he'd killed the Avatar, and life was back on track. He had his honor back. His father's esteem... and turtleducks that he and his mother used to feed.

Which Azula tormented even to that day.

So they were brought here, where it was safe, where Zuko knew they'd do just fine with ample food and shelter, taken care of by the Bar.

"They're very friendly, but they've probably trained everyone here to feed them. Yrael did that with my family,"

He hopes that Yrael has never hunted them.

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Zuko offers food, holding out leafy greens as little bills tear it up. The turtleducks swim about to grab, eat, return, leading to a frenzy of paddling limbs and lots more 'qua.'

"They probably have. They were at the Fire Palace before I brought them here, and are very used to people," Zuko explained as one leaf was eaten and he brought another forward.

"Fire palace? Is that where you're from?"

Its not a name that means anything to Sameth but maybe here's someone who won't find it weird that he's a prince.

"Ah, yes. In the Fire Nation, one of the four nations -- it's-- never mind, not really important." He doesn't really want to explain his world right now. He's too tired for that.

He's tired a lot of the time, these days. He'd have bags under both eyes if one wasn't surrounded by rippling scar tissue.

Sameth nods as he can hear that urge to not talk and gets it,

"I'm Sameth from the Old Kingdom. If you've ever met Yrael, he's from there too."

"Zuko, from the Fire Nation," he says, flashing a smile. Yes, doesn't wanna talk about it, that's right. "I've met Yrael, but it was-- a while back."

Time in Milliways is strange, after all. It's been much longer here than it was for him.

"You haven't been in Milliways in a while? I haven't either. I used to be here all the time then everything got busy and now I've been coming back a bit more,"

And there are people he hasn't seen but he's trying not to think too much about who's not here.

At some point when Sameth reaches down to place a fish in his basket, something is there to accept it from him.

Sameth turns when he feels something else hold the fish and then drops it when he sees Yrael, "Oh hello."

The sounds the Mogget makes in reply could be interpreted as a greeting as he settles down to eat beside the Wallmaker. The sounds are thoroughly muffled by the fish, though, so the exact wording may be lost to his enthusiasm for breakfast.

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Since he's happily eating, Sameth goes back to fishing and feeding the turtleducks.

It takes some time. For all his enthusiasm, he does take the time to savor the fish. The scales are discarded, the bones are picked clean, and the not'cat's whiskers are thoroughly washed before he speaks again.

"Taking a break from making, are we?"

"Yes, its a nice day for fishing," Which he hasn't done in a while.

"I agree," he replies, licking his whiskers. "What work are you not working on, today?"

Because there is no way Mogget could ask about what Sameth has been working on in a way that sounds like he is actually curious about the answer.

"Improvements for Lirael's hand," There's always some way he can make it better.

"Are there specific shortcomings you hope to address?" he asks, sniffing the fish bones as though to make sure he hadn't missed anything edible before he settles down, folding his paws under him in a pose radiating comfort.

"No, I just want it to work as well as it can." Mogget looks very comfortable.

He is!

"What is the gilded Abhorsen-in-Waiting up to these days, anyway?"

The Mogget certainly hasn't been paying that much attention. That would make it look like he cared.

Which he doesn't.

Clearly.

>_>

"Lots of traveling and doing patrols with Mother or helping at places when Mother's some place else. They're both away a lot,"

Which is pretty normal.

Certainly sounds normal.

"Anything of note, or just the usual work of keeping the the living alive and keeping the Dead down?"

Tedious stuff, he knows. Though tedium has its place, highlighting more fraught times.

"Not that I've heard of, but news doesn't always travel that fast,"

And he knows Lirael doesn't always send for help as quickly as other people do. Is there something he should be worried about?

"Interesting," the Mogget remarks, at his most cryptic.

Maybe there is something. Maybe Yrael is just being a pain.

Possibly both; they are certainly not mutually exclusive.

"I would suggest you enjoy your leisure time, Wallmaker."

That's ominous and Sameth gives Yrael a worried look, "I will."

Yrael is the very picture of comfort, a well-fed cat loaf in the summer sun.

He may be smiling a bit.

And that really doesn't help so Sameth pulls his drink out of his basket and has a long sip.

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