24.Aug.13, 08:31 PM
Mixed emotions worked inside Z'jan as O'wain released him. First, was the unfortunate loss of contact. Z'jan liked being with people. And near people. And touching people. Even if it wasn't in a sexual capacity (though, yeah, it mostly was.) Secondly, it meant they were going to eat. Which was definitely a good thing.
And that's about as intellectual and contemplative as he got...
Z'jan followed O'wain, trudging through the waist high water. Only once the level fell below his waist did he remember: oh yeah, he was naked. And not only that, but if for any reason he should need to get dressed in a rush, well, he was shit out of luck. His shirt was off near Ghalath, while his pants were... dunno, somewhere in the woods? No, wait. They were by the fire. At least that was a landmark.
Z'jan had fallen back, and by the time he reached the fire O'wain had, apparently, already sorted everything out. After all, there was no one on Pern better at not-helping than Z'jan. He was just keeping up his reputation. And while not fully cooked, the smell of baking wherry definitely set his stomach rumbling again.
"False alarm. Blame Ghalath." [ghalath] something was burning[/ghalath]. "Though seeing as your meat is my first meal today, I was really hoping I couldn't have to choke down charcoal." He smiled, oblivious to any alternative meaning of his words.
By this point O'wain was upright again, having brushed the sand off himself. Now he was just standing there. And Z'jan was just standing there. Just two naked guys, dripping wet, standing there. It should have been awkward.
And it was. But only a little bit. And, likely, only for Z'jan.
He looked between the fire and the water. It was definitely too hot to stay near the fire. And while he loved the water... "And what game is that?" he asked coyly, backing up slowly towards the woods, instead of the water. "You wouldn't mean the one where you caught me... then let me go?"
To the woods. Because 'wood' was exactly what Z'jan needed to think about now... in a manner of speaking...
at least until dinner was ready.
And that's about as intellectual and contemplative as he got...
Z'jan followed O'wain, trudging through the waist high water. Only once the level fell below his waist did he remember: oh yeah, he was naked. And not only that, but if for any reason he should need to get dressed in a rush, well, he was shit out of luck. His shirt was off near Ghalath, while his pants were... dunno, somewhere in the woods? No, wait. They were by the fire. At least that was a landmark.
Z'jan had fallen back, and by the time he reached the fire O'wain had, apparently, already sorted everything out. After all, there was no one on Pern better at not-helping than Z'jan. He was just keeping up his reputation. And while not fully cooked, the smell of baking wherry definitely set his stomach rumbling again.
"False alarm. Blame Ghalath." [ghalath] something was burning[/ghalath]. "Though seeing as your meat is my first meal today, I was really hoping I couldn't have to choke down charcoal." He smiled, oblivious to any alternative meaning of his words.
By this point O'wain was upright again, having brushed the sand off himself. Now he was just standing there. And Z'jan was just standing there. Just two naked guys, dripping wet, standing there. It should have been awkward.
And it was. But only a little bit. And, likely, only for Z'jan.
He looked between the fire and the water. It was definitely too hot to stay near the fire. And while he loved the water... "And what game is that?" he asked coyly, backing up slowly towards the woods, instead of the water. "You wouldn't mean the one where you caught me... then let me go?"
To the woods. Because 'wood' was exactly what Z'jan needed to think about now... in a manner of speaking...
at least until dinner was ready.