Bait was bored.
Not just regular bored, either - she was really bored. So bored, in fact, that she would be willing to fall from six hundred feet in the air and down into the pond if it would help relieve the monotony.
She'd been lazy in the past few weeks; she hadn't gone out exploring, hadn't tried to get into the guild, hadn't done anything of note besides hang around at the pond and prank the occasional passerby. And that had gotten old really fast.
But what could she do? She absolutely detested going on land - not only was it uncomfortable beyond belief, but she found it almost suffocating to leave water - but land was where everything was!
"Fuck my life," she muttered under her breath.