Maria walked along the shore for a while until she came across a shallow section she could see fish in. This was a great find she thought to herself. She watched the fish for a while thinking, wishing now she had watched the village fishermen more, she knew they used some sorta trap to catch fish, besides the typical nets and lines, which she had neither of.
She thought she might be able to spear one in the shallow water. She looked around for a branch or young tree she could use, finally finding a thin branch she managed to break free off of a fallen log. She broke the end a few times until it had a semi decent point before returning to the water. She removed her cloak and shoes and placed them next to the bucket. Then tied up her skirt before stepping into the water with the pointed stick. She stood as still as she could in the water, waiting for the fish to return to swimming in the area. Waiting for the right moment she stabbed into the water, missing terribly and the fish scattered again. She chuckled to herself at the terrible attempt and held still again to retry.
She retried numerous times, missing every time, for a good hour. Meanwhile, from the forest's edge a shadowed figure watched her with curious confusion.