Post by Wangri on Jul 23, 2009 12:12:20 GMT -5
Rukbat retreated to behind the Weyrbowl from Piene as he slowly made his way to the lake. The air was slightly chilly and damp, but after being stuck bagging firestone in the unrelenting rays, it felt nice to the Candidate. He was lucky in another aspect too; the lake was almost deserted. Most people must have been having supper about now, then. As he felt the first few gains of sand crunching beneath his toes, his stomach protested at him skipping a meal for perhaps the first time in his life, but he needed to spend some time alone, again perhaps for the first time in his life.
Then again, maybe not. Who knew?
Piene scrunched down and quietly undid his shoes. Then he removed his shirt and placed it next to his shoes. For some odd reason, he was feeling very... peaceful. Only an occasional buzz from a vtol interrupted his silence, but those were quickly swatted away with a square hand.
Lazily the Candidate made his way to the shore, standing in the shallows as he watched the fading colorsThe cold water lapped at his ankles like a loyal canine and Piene relaxed, unrolling like a dusty mat that had been stuck in the Storage Caverns for turns and turns. His tight, sunburned muscles released tension and his brow finally stopped sweating. Unknowingly, he sighed and slumped.
Faranth, it would be so embarrassing if someone caught him like this, but he as too busy relaxing to really take an preventative measures.