Fishing Frustration

Looking out into the endless expanse of the dark blue water that was in front of him, Xinya took a long deep breath, filling up his lungs with the salty sea air. He glanced forlornly at his fishing rod, his mood contradicting the peaceful atmosphere that he was in.

Relaxation, is what he should be feeling, this was a given. From the clear blue sky above, to the dark calming waters below, every inch of view could be called serene. Nevertheless, as the gentle wind blew playfully through his green leaf-like hair, all he could do was sigh.

It had been over three hours since he and Melting Snow had partaken in this activity of fishing, and they have yet to catch a thing. Which being a seasoned fisherman that he would like to think he was, it was quite the frustrating thing.