18.Apr.13, 12:59 AM
Though M'din thoroughly enjoyed the solitude and quiet of the early morning, he thoroughly enjoyed sleeping like a rock until high noon even more. Pale sunlight had reluctantly coerced him out of bed, yawning widely, until he lethargically ambled outside. Beside his hut Armath was sleeping soundly, brown chest rising and falling in the deep sleep M'din struggled to find the night prior.
It was the klah, he said, disgruntled. It's always the klah. M'din, ever open-minded, had agreed to try the hot, bitter drink again late last night, as if his taste would inexplicably change. As it turned out, he still hated klah and klah still hated him. He lay awake until the wee hours of the morning, drifting in and out of sleep, until he gave into productivity and finally rose for the day.
Standing blankly outside of his hut, unsure of how to spend his time without his constant companion, M'din resolved to take a relaxing bath and be back in time for breakfast. He grabbed a towel and change of clothes, not noticing the bright mismatch of reds, yellows, and purples, and headed to the Bathing Houses. He greatly admired the mechanical concept behind the Houses themselves, transporting warmth from the Hatching Sands into a fluid, a heat exchanger, and had longed to learn more about the design. M'din liked to watch things being created, and always felt a tiny shred of pride when he saw a theoretical idea succeed in application. In fact, he had a number of theoretical improvements for Katila, only some of which Armath immediately proclaimed idiotic, but never mentioned them to anyone.
As he entered the pool room in the Bathing House, he absently wondered if the same idea used to heat the pool, which was already full, could potentially be used to warm Katila's huts and halls in the winter. Stripped completely naked, he tested the water with a toe and found it delightfully warm. Its functionality was another indication of a genius design! M'din slid underwater, enjoying the luxury of the hot water soaking through the hair on his head, face, and chest, and gently rested his hands on his round stomach as he contemplated the Bathing Houses. When he opened his eyes, he realized he was not alone.
"Oh. Hello." He smiled and waved, slightly splashing. "How are you?"
It was the klah, he said, disgruntled. It's always the klah. M'din, ever open-minded, had agreed to try the hot, bitter drink again late last night, as if his taste would inexplicably change. As it turned out, he still hated klah and klah still hated him. He lay awake until the wee hours of the morning, drifting in and out of sleep, until he gave into productivity and finally rose for the day.
Standing blankly outside of his hut, unsure of how to spend his time without his constant companion, M'din resolved to take a relaxing bath and be back in time for breakfast. He grabbed a towel and change of clothes, not noticing the bright mismatch of reds, yellows, and purples, and headed to the Bathing Houses. He greatly admired the mechanical concept behind the Houses themselves, transporting warmth from the Hatching Sands into a fluid, a heat exchanger, and had longed to learn more about the design. M'din liked to watch things being created, and always felt a tiny shred of pride when he saw a theoretical idea succeed in application. In fact, he had a number of theoretical improvements for Katila, only some of which Armath immediately proclaimed idiotic, but never mentioned them to anyone.
As he entered the pool room in the Bathing House, he absently wondered if the same idea used to heat the pool, which was already full, could potentially be used to warm Katila's huts and halls in the winter. Stripped completely naked, he tested the water with a toe and found it delightfully warm. Its functionality was another indication of a genius design! M'din slid underwater, enjoying the luxury of the hot water soaking through the hair on his head, face, and chest, and gently rested his hands on his round stomach as he contemplated the Bathing Houses. When he opened his eyes, he realized he was not alone.
"Oh. Hello." He smiled and waved, slightly splashing. "How are you?"