72 Vol 2. pt. 9 Patch 2.0: The Wolf and the Serpen (1/2)
Fenrir picks up his rod and has to pause for a moment when he sees just how brightly the bottom of it shines. Whereas before the gem only had a dim glow, it now shines just as brightly as it did in Corwin's hands.
”I guess helping you gave my Standing a big boost,” Fenrir theorizes to Nehalennia.
”Of course it would! You are being a hero, my hero,” Nehalennia says.
”Let's see how much this bastard rod likes you,” he says, handing the rod over to her.
”What causes you to demean it so?”
”It didn't listen to me at first, and it hooked my ears on purpose. That gem in the bottom of it is one of those partner gems, so the rod is alive and only likes people with positive Standing as best as I could guess.”
Nehalennia looks at the rod curiously before taking it into her hands. As soon as her small, gentle hands are wrapped around its handle, the gem excitedly pulsates and shines brighter than it has in either Corwin or Fenrir's hands!
”Wh-what does it mean if it is shining so brilliantly?” she asks.
Fenrir glares at the rod. ”It means this bastard really likes you, I guess.”
The gem pulsates a single time.
”Yeah, told you that this rod is a bastard. You remember what your Standing was the last time you got it checked by any chance?” he asks her.
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”Umm… I believe that they only put it down as one hundred on my old card, but they told me that it was high enough that it could not be properly measured,” Nehalennia explains.
Fenrir blinks a few times. ”Seriously?”
”Is – is it that surprising?”
”I just – first time I've heard of it being that high, and if they said they couldn't properly measure it, then I guess it's actually way higher. Anyways, you ever fish before?”
She shakes her head.
”Alright, then I'll show you how to do it.”
Fenrir goes through the same process of showing her how to fish as he did with Cassiel. Without realizing it, this means that he has his body just as close to Nehalennia's as he did with Cassiel. However, since he is focusing more on her hands, posture, and the rod, he doesn't notice the gentle blush on Nehalennia's cheeks.
Nehalennia casts the rod for the first time!
She doesn't do it properly. In fact, her attempt at casting the rod might be the single worst attempt he has ever seen in his life. By all means – by all laws of logic and nature, this attempt should be a complete and utter failure.
Instead, the gem shines brightly as the lure flies out over the water and only finally drops down when the rod runs out of line!
”I did it! Did you see that, my hero?” Nehalennia asks, looking up at him with her childlike excitement.
Fenrir looks down at the gem. ”Yeah, you… did it. Good job,” he says, patting the top of her head which causes her to close her eyes and widely smile.
The gem pulsates a few times. It may not say anything, its pulses may not look any different, but Fenrir gets the feeling that the rod is mocking him.
He doesn't even know how the gem could affect the line seeing as how the line is technically separate from its ”body” that is the rod.
”Now what?” Nehalennia asks.
”Well, I don't know if you'll get any bites at this hour, bu—” Fenrir cuts himself off when he sees the rod get tugged. It isn't just any weak tug, either. It's a hard tug that bends the rod to the point where it looks like it's about to snap in half!
Fenrir immediately wraps his arms around her to hold her hands on the rod.
He's starting to get jealous from how everybody but himself gets their first fish so easily.
”I haven't seen anything tug the rod this hard before, so it's going to be a fight. Keep holding on as tightly as you can, alright?” he orders.
”Got it!” she replies, tightening her firm grip on the rod.
Fenrir lifts one of her hands from the rod's handle and places it on the reel. ”Start reeling it in, like this,” he says, moving both of their hands to spin the reel. He's telling her to do it, but it ends up being mostly him doing it as his hand overpowers her own.
Eventually, he focuses so intensely on reeling the catch in that he stops explaining what to do and just does it for her. She is left pressed against him with his hands over her own, moving her however he needs to in order to get their catch.
Nehalennia blushes when she feels herself being pressed back against his crotch, but is relieved that he doesn't seem to notice.
Though, part of her doesn't know if she should feel insulted or not that he apparently doesn't notice at all. Here she is, essentially letting him manhandle her and getting pressed back against his crotch, and all he can think about is the fish!