Never in her life had Nashwa expected to take up fishing, especially not after Impressing a dragon, but here she was, helping to haul nets up onto the beach and sort through the catch - or whatever happened to pass for a catch today. The actual fishing had been done by others in this instance, but this part of the process was hard work, too, and the very definition of unglamorous. She was wet, she was sandy, she smelled like fish, and she was relatively certain that there was more than sand and salt in her hair.

As she opened up a net for sorting, she frowned skeptically at the contents. There was a good amount of seaweed, from what she could see, which while not delicious fish, was at least still edible. She picked up a good clump of the stuff and set to un-clumping it, soon revealing that it was more boot than seaweed. After peeling off what little was useful, she chucked the boot over to a growing pile of trash.

"I never would have guessed just how many boots wind up in the ocean," she mused companionably to her work partner.

Ilaorunth, meanwhile, was rather bored with this whole process, and sighed to her green sister, This is most certainly not something I ever expected we and Ours would be employed to do.

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