[Poggio]

Satisified, he stripped of his sash that kept his top held closed. Silently he tied it to a stick and dipped the stick into a mud bank until it was sturdy enough to stand on its own. The other side he put a heavy rock on it and watched as the water pooled, the flitered through the clothes fibers trapping most of the solid debris that came through. He grinned at his genius, expecting a good catch for dinner. He glanced around at the wild vegetation, surely there must be other gems to eat with his meal. He plucked his instrument up again and strolled in a little circumfrance around his netting to see if there were any wild fruits

The gods seemed to smile on him in a bounty of strawberries and pomegranates. He plucked the fruit careful not to over take, and cradled it in his shirt while firmly grasping on to the neck of his sitar. Niaz grinned broadly feasting on the strawberries with one hand and the other struck cords along instrument testing the pitches of the strings.