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The fish unceremoniously finds itself stuffed into a bag, pole and bracelet and all. The man swiftly returns home, avoiding the townspeople along the way.

“A family…” the man drawls. His mind is not on families, but instead on the rubies and emeralds and sapphires produced from the fish’s suffering.

“Oh but then dear sir, you would be eating of the flesh of an intelligent creature such as yourself, one with consciousness and feelings and, of course, a family!” The fish cries out with such emotion that tears emerge from the corner of its diamond eyes and drip down to the ground with a clatter.

“What sort of wish?” the man replied with narrowed eyes. “Any sort! Of any kind! One worth as much as me.” “If it’s only as much as you, surely just keeping you would be safest? I can sell your scales and eat of your flesh.”

The man’s eyes widened when he heard something even more spectacular: the Fish began to speak! “Help me, dear human!” the fish called out in a voice musical even when filled with fear. “Unhook me, and I shall grant a wish!”

The fish was beautiful, with scales of Mother of Pearl, fins of gold and platinum, and diamonds for eyes. The treasure bait had brought a precious fish in turn!

Suddenly, his peace was shattered by the jostling of the line. A fish was caught upon the line! With a skilled swish, he brought the fish flying to his side.

The husband thought not and cared not. He attached the bracelet to the line and cast it out. Now came his favorite part: the wait. He tips his hat over his forehead and nestles into a comfortable slouch against the ginkgo. No nagging, no problems, just the quiet Mother Nature healing his soul...

@RepresentingEnvy I am, indeed. In fact, I’m making this up as I go- who needs a writing prompt? Mwahaha

By the time she realizes, perhaps the husband will argue “ah! But if you cared for this bracelet so, would it have taken you so long to miss it? Besides, it was delivered back to you in the belly of this fish, your supper!”

She might not have made the line if she was aware it would lead to him taking her bracelet, but what she didn’t know would only hurt her when she realized. For today, she had no knowledge and thus no pain.

The man attached the bracelet to the fishing pole with his makeshift line. He hadn’t any true line, so he had had his wife take the sinew of animals and dry them and braid them into a thin rope. She had not enjoyed this task, but he had threatened to use her hair ribbons if she hadn’t.

He sat himself down under the shade of a ginkgo tree whose leaves were tinged with yellow. The stable boy a few years back had collected its fallen leaves and curled then to create a bouquet to woo the milkmaid. The man shook his head at the idea of the two lovers who were the trifecta of poor...

Yayy! :blob_party:

If the human drinks hot chocolate, does it change the taste of the blood?

Sounds cozy! But now I’m curious: do vampires have a blood version of hot chocolate? Or does blood lend itself more to like a hot apple cider?

@RepresentingEnvy sounds like my MC should Isekai over to your universe, mine’s got all the trauma