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05.Mar.13, 03:51 AM
He considered the man's first reply carefully. "I usually pass out after four or five hours. It seems to be the trend. At least the healing hall's doctors are good looking and non-assuming. If you really want to go there that way though, it helps to avoid drinking water, so you get dizzy and things.", he explained. He hadn't grasped that it was a sort of joke, a masculine greeting and ice-breaker of sorts.
"The kitchen gardens? That's full of dirt and bugs and plants. Why would you want to do that? At least with the sands, you don't have mud under your fingernails and the climate is constant and monotonous, the perfect place to daydream while you work. I prefer working with metal as to anything else, though. "
When the man said his name out loud, Oahvakeen paused, and his expression contorted to what a cucumber must feel like while mutating into a pickle: confused. "Who's that?", he asked aloud. The realization clicked as a light in his eyes and a visible change in his eyebrows. "Oh. Who are you-oh. Oh. Isscer, huh? I don't remember very much, were you my bunkmate at one time?"
"Yeah, that sounds good, starting towards the middle and raking to the corners. My rake?" He looked at his empty hands, and then broke into a jog, heading out the door, which began a glacial-speed journey back to its latch, but never arrived there, as Oahvakeen had returned with a rake and a bucket. He plopped the bucket down on the sands next to him as he began to work. He let the rake fall into the sand and then guided it across, the surface, creating parallel lines, and stopping when he had unearthed a medium-sized sand clod into the metal prongs. He made his way to the bucket, dumped it in, as if it were dung, and then walked back to where he was before, to repeat the process over again.
"Do you know any songs? You know, manly songs to help pass the time. Or, are there any songs that girls like? I've been thinking about finding someone to be my weyrmate so that folks will hopefully forget about my Candidacy. "
"The kitchen gardens? That's full of dirt and bugs and plants. Why would you want to do that? At least with the sands, you don't have mud under your fingernails and the climate is constant and monotonous, the perfect place to daydream while you work. I prefer working with metal as to anything else, though. "
When the man said his name out loud, Oahvakeen paused, and his expression contorted to what a cucumber must feel like while mutating into a pickle: confused. "Who's that?", he asked aloud. The realization clicked as a light in his eyes and a visible change in his eyebrows. "Oh. Who are you-oh. Oh. Isscer, huh? I don't remember very much, were you my bunkmate at one time?"
"Yeah, that sounds good, starting towards the middle and raking to the corners. My rake?" He looked at his empty hands, and then broke into a jog, heading out the door, which began a glacial-speed journey back to its latch, but never arrived there, as Oahvakeen had returned with a rake and a bucket. He plopped the bucket down on the sands next to him as he began to work. He let the rake fall into the sand and then guided it across, the surface, creating parallel lines, and stopping when he had unearthed a medium-sized sand clod into the metal prongs. He made his way to the bucket, dumped it in, as if it were dung, and then walked back to where he was before, to repeat the process over again.
"Do you know any songs? You know, manly songs to help pass the time. Or, are there any songs that girls like? I've been thinking about finding someone to be my weyrmate so that folks will hopefully forget about my Candidacy. "
