A moomba is a moomba is not a fisherba(open)

In the wee hours of the morning near where a so called good fishing spot is, there was a small and hungry moomba by the name of Lavanya Singh. Though the sun had yet to touch the horizon, she knew it soon would by the false dawn light casting shadows all over the cove; fear welled up in her for she knew that this cove was famous for night-fishing. She had seen many fish but being unable to use a rod she had no choice but to try paw-fishing with no success.

Shade seriously needed a break. The chaos of running Balamb Garden, on top of having to direct the Headmasters of the other Gardens, and preparing for her most dire mission yet was weighing heavily upon the warrior's shoulders of late. Yet no matter where Shade would go, she was recognized, and never found any peace and quiet to collect her thoughts, let alone her sanity. Hopefully, the serenity of Fisherman's Horizon would prove different.


Now venturing toward what appeared to be a secluded and tranquil cove, Shade finally parked her hover cycle and quietly walked to the edge and sat down just in time to watch the sunset. The movement off in the distance caught her eye, seeing that it was Moomba obviously trying to scoop for fish. She was surprised to see one so far from the Shumi Village, even though it wasn't that uncommon to find a few wandering about the world. Seeing the creature's attempts come up empty pawed, Shade slowly reached into the water and ignited her wind magic, creating a funnel within the water to carry a single fish into the Moomba's paw to be caught easily.


Without a word, Shade leaned back upon her forearms to watch the remainder of the sunset with a heavy sigh