Jynmi's day could have been better, but he didn't plan on doing any complaining about it. Sure, he'd mumble to himself, but only when there was nobody else around to hear him. Not that it would matter, unless his luck continued to go down hill. He didn't want to say if it was going to, or not, because the world would flip on him once he made a projection. He shook his head. "Nope. I'm not going to tempt the fates. Their not like the fishes in this little river. They'll bite and pull the rod, and myself down into the deep end." He shuddered and hated himself for not knowing how to swim. 

The young monk wasn't very far from the city limits. In fact, he was just outside the gates, one could say,if one limited oneself to only literal descriptions. He called the stream little Lilith, and came whenever he found a break in his training. The fishing hadn't be very good that day. He blamed the bate, and his lack of any. He also felt that his inability to sit still and take in the world around him had something to do with it. He liked the idea of any empty hook being at fault more than the one were the issue was with him and only him. Better to share a burden than take it all on yourself, he always said; it was how Atlast broke his back. 

The summon came to him like it always did, at the worst possible moment. A fish had decided that the taste of stainless steel was just as good as a worm and bit. It was a big one too, and he needed both of his hands to keep the rod from flying out of his fingers. He caught it before it disappeared into the word, but the mental message caught him off guard, and he responded, in the natural sense, which was panicking. It was only for a second, but that was more than enough time for the first to rush forward and leave him behind laughing as it took his pole with it. "Blast." He muttered to himself, but not the presence on the other line, which he greeted with the utmost respect. "Oh. Alright." He spoke like one who had a choice. "I'll be there shortly." 

The time it took for him to get the the sky spire wasn't anything to write the home about, but it was good enough to keep him from getting a stern talking to. Getting up to where he needed to be, at the launch bay was more impressive, but only because he managed to luck out, a stroke of fortune which made him nervous over the days to come, and get a lift to himself; no detours. He strode into the Hangar by like a man without anywhere better to be walked into a laundry mat. Sure, he was there, and it was open to him, but he probably should've come better prepared and really wished he had a better idea of what he was doing there.

"Oh wow." He said, blinking from one face to another. "It's a little bit crowded here, isn't it?" He was talking to the whole of the group before him, or at least anyone there which would listen. "Oh." He frowned. "There's going to be shooting, isn't there? I'm sure there's going to be shooting." His faced turned red as he realized he had been interrupting. "Ah. My apologies. I'll just go over and sit by this guy here, with the dazed look on his face." He did too, and tried his best to shrink in on himself like a collapsing star.