The dock was like a second home - at least for a being like Einar. It was where he spent each day when he wasn't organizing his rock collection.

He stood at the dock, fishing pole in hand and his sunhat shading his fluorescent eyes from the light beating down upon the pond's surface. The dulcet splash of the water against the dock's beams, brushing against the algae, the subtle heat of the sun's bright rays slightly penetrating his metal shell, warming his core.

"...It's wonderfully peaceful today.. I hope I catch a novel species this time," He murmured, casting his line out into the water and watching the bobber ripple atop the surface, slightly reflecting the blue tint of the fluid onto its bicolored coat.