Post by femalefred on Feb 15, 2005 18:07:54 GMT -5
Is there anything more perfect than a long soak in teh hot springs? Probably not. Especially after having to do those two most disgusting of things, work and travel. Some people do not belong in the world where you must travel to work, then toil all day at some meaningless task, then travel back to your home, and Tok believes that he is not one of them.
After a hard half hour or so of weeding someone else's vegetable plot for pittance and all the free vegetables he wanted (not a great deal, as a matter of fact, he's rather more a canivore), Kirratok had had to travel to get home, and rather than go all the way back to wherever it was he came from, he had decided to stop here. That's the curious thing about the lean figure, sitting with his back against one of the supporting boulders, toes floating just above the surface of the water, he hates travel back home so much, finds it so utterly pointless, that it appears he has lost all recollection of where he actually lives. Oh well. He doesn't care, does he?
For now, with the steam dripping slowly from his hair, the onyx gleam dying away from it slightly now that it has become wet, he is content to sit and soak, softening his body after years and years of doing little else.
After a hard half hour or so of weeding someone else's vegetable plot for pittance and all the free vegetables he wanted (not a great deal, as a matter of fact, he's rather more a canivore), Kirratok had had to travel to get home, and rather than go all the way back to wherever it was he came from, he had decided to stop here. That's the curious thing about the lean figure, sitting with his back against one of the supporting boulders, toes floating just above the surface of the water, he hates travel back home so much, finds it so utterly pointless, that it appears he has lost all recollection of where he actually lives. Oh well. He doesn't care, does he?
For now, with the steam dripping slowly from his hair, the onyx gleam dying away from it slightly now that it has become wet, he is content to sit and soak, softening his body after years and years of doing little else.