Sif receives her warning about the field, and he smiles, nodding at it. He didn't send a reply, but he acknowledges it. Up ahead, he sees a nice looking body of water, and he quickly migrates there, sitting on the edge as he takes out his rod. He didn't know how to fish, but he figured all he had to do was swing and wait. So, that is what he did. He reeled back, and then swung out, watching the end arc into the water. Now was the waiting game.

In the time it took to wait, Sif relaxed, and began to think of the day, both in real life and in his little fantasy adventure. Today, after boring tests of varying types, he had went on a game he had never went on -he decided not to count the five minutes of character creation he did when he first got the MMO- and he had met someone on the game. All of these feelings, the feeling of a rod in his hands, the feeling of the air and the smell of the water, it was just so real. He closed his eyes, and began to think of Belle, and what she may be doing.