[[I'm not the best at OPs, and my replies will likely be rather short, but here goes nothing! Please tell me if I've done something wrong so I can correct it. There will be an attempt at some sort of posting order, hopefully lol. Keep in mind that this silly fish is a little nervous about not-Fishers, and also ladies. See here for more: https://toyhou.se/527407.neirin ]]
It wasn't often that Neirin found himself with nothing to do--generally speaking, there was always something new to catch his eye, be it bits and bobs from the seafloor or land dwellers with particularly shiny clothing (or hooves; he still couldn't quite grasp those). This evening, however, he and his empty net were floating along a relatively shallow river in a wooded area that was apparently rarely traveled, at least by other dragons; nothing but smooth stones and the occasional muddy brown fish flitting across his path.
His fingers drummed along for a moment before he absently made a bubble... and then another. And another. Water magic was fairly standard where he was from, and his specialty was bubble creation and manipulation. Not exactly the most useful craft--especially when there were others who could create sky high waves and wicked whirlpools--but it was a favored pastime nonetheless. Soon enough, a mass of incredibly durable, magically infused bubbles stretched from one bank to the other, catching the Fisher while allowing the water below to flow without much trouble. He stretched himself out, his prehensile tail curling around the structure reflexively in an attempt to anchor himself to it. It was getting late--perhaps he could just bed down here for the night. Normally he would've sought out something a little less open, but after hours of drifting, it was clear that no one was in this area. Just him and the fish.
He sighed, resting against his newly formed "bed", the current causing it to gently sway. Yes, this was perfectly safe. Absolutely.