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05.Mar.13, 07:50 PM
Six Turns, and there were some things that hadn’t changed. The nape of Isscer’s neck itched, and when he reached to scratch at it, he could practically feel the heat. Sunburned again, shard it! With a displeased scowl, he tugged his wide-brimmed hat down further, hoping that it would at least keep some of the sun off his face. Despite the fact that it was technically autumn, it was still unbearably muggy. Already his clothing was sticking to him uncomfortably, and Isscer tugged at his tunic, unsticking it from where it lay plastered to his back.
Even if the sun was beating down and he felt like he was drenched in sweat, Isscer would not be dissuaded. He trekked stubbornly on, moving further on down the lake shore, away from the pack of screeching weyrbrats. He had begrudgingly asked a greenrider for a ride to the lake, smiled the polite smile his family had trained him to present for those of rank, and hoped for the best. He had gotten the ride, but hadn’t counted on the lake being the place to be for what seemed like all the snot-nosed brats of the Weyr.
After going what seemed an appropriate distance away (which was out of earshot, if not out of sight), Isscer began to shuck his clothing. It was stupidly hot, and shards but he missed snow! At least in Telgar winter had felt like winter; at Katila it always seemed to be hot, and Isscer hated it. It wasn’t long until he was in the water, pale arms and legs sprawled out as he floated on his back for a brief moment, enjoying the coolness of the water. Almost lazily he flopped over onto his stomach, allowing himself to sink into the water fully before bobbing back to the surface.
Isscer slicked his wet hair out of his eyes before settling into an even pace, swimming in as straight a line as he could manage, back and forth. What he didn’t plan on was someone moving into his path; unable to stop his momentum and not noticing until the last second, Isscer collided with them, arms flailing and sending water up in splashes as he tried to regain his bearing. If he had had the time to be self-conscious, he would have noted how awkward it was: his hands slid over wet skin, and he swallowed quite a bit of water before he managed to distance himself from whomever he had run into.
Now safely treading water, Isscer shoved his wet hair out of his eyes and rounded on the offending individual. "Why don't you watch where you're going, eh? Some of us are trying to swim here!"
Even if the sun was beating down and he felt like he was drenched in sweat, Isscer would not be dissuaded. He trekked stubbornly on, moving further on down the lake shore, away from the pack of screeching weyrbrats. He had begrudgingly asked a greenrider for a ride to the lake, smiled the polite smile his family had trained him to present for those of rank, and hoped for the best. He had gotten the ride, but hadn’t counted on the lake being the place to be for what seemed like all the snot-nosed brats of the Weyr.
After going what seemed an appropriate distance away (which was out of earshot, if not out of sight), Isscer began to shuck his clothing. It was stupidly hot, and shards but he missed snow! At least in Telgar winter had felt like winter; at Katila it always seemed to be hot, and Isscer hated it. It wasn’t long until he was in the water, pale arms and legs sprawled out as he floated on his back for a brief moment, enjoying the coolness of the water. Almost lazily he flopped over onto his stomach, allowing himself to sink into the water fully before bobbing back to the surface.
Isscer slicked his wet hair out of his eyes before settling into an even pace, swimming in as straight a line as he could manage, back and forth. What he didn’t plan on was someone moving into his path; unable to stop his momentum and not noticing until the last second, Isscer collided with them, arms flailing and sending water up in splashes as he tried to regain his bearing. If he had had the time to be self-conscious, he would have noted how awkward it was: his hands slid over wet skin, and he swallowed quite a bit of water before he managed to distance himself from whomever he had run into.
Now safely treading water, Isscer shoved his wet hair out of his eyes and rounded on the offending individual. "Why don't you watch where you're going, eh? Some of us are trying to swim here!"
