16) Ice Fishing

Freita tapped her staff in a circle on the icy lake, focused as always. There was a pause, and then it splashed into the water beneath itself. She smiled with satisfaction, and moved to set her fishing pole up.

Then it was just a matter of waiting.

She had never been all that into fishing before she had moved to the Frozen Plains. Everyone had assured her she would love it because her snowy charms meant she was simply built perfectly for it. That had been a fucking lie, of course. She hated the lack of sunlight, but even more, she hated the lack of easy sources of meat. Maybe if she lived in a bigger city, it would be different, but she didn't. She wasn't an old enough lockette to have much money for that, so she had chosen a small town, and she sure regretted it. Ice fishing was her solution to the lack of meat. Sure, she didn't need nutrients like protein the way an organic did, but she liked the taste of meats far more than the taste of plants.

In another few years she would have enough saved up to leave this damned nation and then she would never have to fucking go ice fishing again. Just a few more years... She could do it.

The fishing rod bobbed, and she immediately began to work on reeling it in. She'd get a nice stack of fish to keep frozen at home so she could have a few weeks before she had to do this shit again.