A well-balanced weapon was like a well-balanced soon. Its purpose was to act and serve its purpose but overwork it and it might just break. This was why maintenance was so important. Short breaks were always needed. Similarly, when the burden of work weighed on the blacksmith’s shoulder, then it was time to leave that stuff hanging for a while and focus on his well-being. Stepping outside of his forge was already a good first step, but what was it that would soothe the soul of the steel hermit in these times? While the answer might surprise some, Tambo had taken a liking to fishing.
Eating was not something he needed, as with all Namekians, but breaking the habit occasionally proved to work wonders on his spirit. Try something different, experience new food and meet new people were all good ways to give him new perspectives on his life that were too deeply ingrained in routine. What better way to combine all three than to go for a spot of fishing?
Often, people would see him in the distance and intrigued, would approach him. The activity was not too common on the planet, so teaching the practice -one he had learned from a stranger long ago- was a good way to deepen the bond with his brethren.
Accompanying him on this day was Sihai, the red dragonkin he had manifested upon this world, using the very life essence of the planet and the magic granted to him by Porunga. The small dragon was observing its reflection in the water, touching it and backing away immediately as the ripples he created deformed the image in the still waters. Then, as if nothing happened, he would return to it, repeating the same process over and over. Meanwhile, Tambo did not wish to disturb him, relaxing in the serene calm, staring deeply into the horizon.
| A Moment's Respite | Power Level: 5,000 KP: 6/6 MP: 0/6 Abilities Used: None
He had to be sneaky; There was no real other way to put it. Having broken the border between the Northern Plains and the rest of Namek – Cello was moving with purpose. Jugs attached to his body from all sides – literally strapped onto him like many sticks of dynamite. He had run low on water for the village and some of the children were in bad straits. As a result, he was doing what he could to aide them and thought that very first thing they’d need was clean water. A resource hard to come by in the northern wastes.
While many didn’t know this about Cello – very few having ever ventured as deep into Mazoku Territory as Conch Village was located – the young Mazoku helped care for an entire village of Mazoku Clansmen – some old and unable to protect themselves yet still having the fire of their youth, and hatchlings whom had awoken in the plains as he once had with nothing and no direction. It was in him and the few younger Mazoku who followed him that their trust was placed. It was in that trust that Cello would dare venture such as this into the Blessed Lands.
His eyes darted too and fro as he moved like the wind towards the largest body of water closest to the border; to the East. He had thought, he would be safe to do so as none truly ventured this far towards the Northern Border – yet he was shocked when, as he reached the body of water, he saw a figure hunched over with pole in hand. A small diminutive dragonkin at his side. He recognized him immediately and relaxed. Of all on Namek who would most likely not interfere with his fetching of the sacred liquid that sustained their people, Tambo was at the top of that list.
Tenatively, gingerly, he’d move towards the water – doing his best not to make sound; He did not wish to disturb the Namekian just a few yards away, as he seemed mostly at peace. Cello crouched low and began to remove canteens from his body – dipping them into the water before him. Without meaning to – the loud pop of bubbles as they filled the jar would audibly fill the silent distance between them. He winced. He truly didn’t wish to disturb the others thoughts. He cursed as he looked up at the man.
“H-Hello Forgemaster. P-please, do not mind me; Im simply getting some water for my village. There’s a small plague you see – and Im trying to help the children recover as best I can. I know I’m breaking the accords – but if you could just…ignore me…I’d be very appreciative…”
He didn’t like explaining himself, but he would do so – for the hatchlings. Under no circumstance would he allow his own pride to come before their wellbeing. Cello was many things – but to only a few did they know him as a Caretaker. None truly knew what the Imposing Mazoku with the large stature was like…outside of all the political and controversial issues that arose with him in near presence. While he knew he was breaking one of the Dragon Clan's laws even standing here doing what he was doing, he'd hoped to help alleviate any tension by adding.
“-Hunting for Fish? We do that sometimes. Meat can be quite nutritious and satisfying…” An indication – that he knew what that other was doing, and what he was doing it for. Perhaps there really was more to Cello then met the eye.