There was just something about Terra’s presence in general that was calming, despite the fact that most, if not all of the memories tied to the girl ranged anywhere from remorseful to downright horrifying. Their time at the magitek facility together was a very strained, very blurry time; she may have met Terra maybe once before the girl was enslaved, though it wasn’t something she remembered well, if at all, and their time afterwards had been spent doing nothing but figuring out the way of the espers, fighting off Kefka’s attacks, and trying to find their own way in the now broken world they called home. Such times didn’t really pave the way for a good atmosphere, really, but Terra’s personality in general was just so positive, untainted and innocent that Celes couldn’t help but smile in return as soon as she saw the girl. She admired her more than anything, honestly; to say that Terra was special was an understatement, though in Celes’ eyes is was more because of the person she was than the creature.
It was that comforting and even endearing way about her that made this decision that much easier, despite how painful the activity could be for the former general. Fishing, again, was something that brought back flashes of failure, but this was Terra, and she seemed so eager. That much was obvious; she’d brought her own rods, she’d gathered bait and supplies, and her excitement over everything was actually adorable, honestly, a word Celes had probably never thought before in her life. Of course, for a second she wondered if she could actually teach with a fishing rod, as she’d really only ever used a net, but she imagined it couldn’t be too different, right? Same concept, different weapon, no big deal.
“Oh, it’s not a problem at all,’ she finally replied with a smile of her own, soft and gentle as she reached down to grab the rod Terra had brought along. A careful thumb gently ran up the body of the rod, her eyes carefully inspecting. It was sturdy, strong, but obviously well-used, and absently she wondered, before the world’s rapture, how often Duanne went out fishing with Katarin, and how their life was before, as well. Such cynical thoughts were nearly automatic for Celes these days, as everywhere she looked she found blaring, obvious signs of what was before and what was now, but it was especially hard to ignore when it was right in front of her.
Quickly she realized she’d grown distant in thought, though, and, shaking her head, she looked back at Terra. “Alright, the first thing you need to know how to do is bait the hook.” Terra seemed eager to get everything started which was absolutely fine for Celes as well; wasting time wasn’t something she enjoyed, so she reached down and grabbed the bread before picking off a piece and holding it up. “It’s easy, really, all you have to do is just slip it over the sharp end. Make sure it pierces the middle,’ she rambled, doing just that, ‘and it should stay on pretty well. If you pierce it on the edges, chances are it will break off when it hits the water.”
Was she being to descriptive? She really had no idea; she was accustomed to teaching some things, but she always had the tendency to go overboard with details.
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