Threading Dangerous Seas (Tier/Sol)

Sol was on vacation, kinda. He had taken an assignment to one of the more remote parts of the earth, a place where he might enjoy some quality fishing time. Thus the Shinigami was currently floating on a boat down the river, a small thing that could fit barely three people but more than adequate for Sol. The young man floated down the river while leaning back in his small boat, using the paddle to navigate him towards a spot he had heard had great bites. Yet, as he made his way over he saw a dark-skinned woman sitting at the edge much to his surprise.

He had already begun to paddle his way towards her, himself wearing casual clothing consisting of shorts and a thin button up shirt. Figuring it was a native, he'd switch to one of the common african dialects he knew. Because ya' know, he was an African native.

"Hello! Enjoying the water!?" He'd call out in the foreign tongue, waving his hand lowering the paddle as he neared the shore.

She said nothing as he approached, and that was not caused him mild concern. It was the stalwart nature of her eyes, and the seeming dept to them. Emerald irises met emerald irises, his body growing still for a moment. The oar within the water would be idle as he floated to the shore, only for it to bump against the dirt causing his body to lurch softly. A thin smile formed on his lips, before he switched to Japanese.

"A familiar tongue for all in the world, I thought you a native. Ah, perhaps you might still be." He'd remark as he slowly began to get out of the boat pushing it unto the shore with ease, far more ease than the average male could possess. He'd reach within the boat to remove the fishing line and tacklebox, speaking while he did so but not looking at her. "I take it you're not a fisher?" He'd comment clearly alluding to the fact she didn't have any fishing gear on her.

"That's alright." He'd sigh as he went to place his objects in the dirt. He'd sit down on his rump resting the rod in his lap as his fingers began to work on tying a lure, working at a leisurely pace. "Place is beautiful enough to enjoy, I hope you don't mind my presence. The bites are better here."