Day 39, Spring of 505 AV
MCL 4
After Lunch
MCL 4
After Lunch
Eridanus grunted as he readjusted his grip on a huge wooden carton. The muscles throughout his entire body was getting heavy, since he had been lugging this heavyweight box from the Logistics Office all the way to the underground caverns that was the Toadstool Cluster. Professor Wejerx had asked him to get this object for their next lesson, and so he had gone ahead and done so before the lesson started proper.
Huffing as he brought the box to the lab with the door numbered 'four', he kicked it open with one leg as he readjusted his grip on the box again. The vantha shuffled uncomfortably into the room, his arms and back protesting at the weight of the box. Entering the room proper, he bent his knees first, recalling the Logistics staff's reminder on how to carry heavy objects while minimizing injuries, then released his grip on the box, placing the heavy wooden container on the ground.
Sighing as he did so, he massaged his arms and back, stretching his arms as he involuntarily yawned, noticing that he was the only person in the lab. It seemed that Wejerx had not arrived yet.
The Professor did tell me to set things up if he had not arrived yet...
Shrugging, he proceeded to open the box, curious as to what would be so heavy as to cause him that much grief throughout the carrying process. No wonder Wejerx told him to do it instead, he was pretty sure the Professor would not have the strength and stamina to do do.
It was an interesting thought that though he was older that Wejerx, though his mortal seeming concealed that fact, the benefits of his celestial form negated the usual frailties of age mortals were burdened with, leading to this strange reversal of roles.
Huffing as he brought the box to the lab with the door numbered 'four', he kicked it open with one leg as he readjusted his grip on the box again. The vantha shuffled uncomfortably into the room, his arms and back protesting at the weight of the box. Entering the room proper, he bent his knees first, recalling the Logistics staff's reminder on how to carry heavy objects while minimizing injuries, then released his grip on the box, placing the heavy wooden container on the ground.
Sighing as he did so, he massaged his arms and back, stretching his arms as he involuntarily yawned, noticing that he was the only person in the lab. It seemed that Wejerx had not arrived yet.
The Professor did tell me to set things up if he had not arrived yet...
Shrugging, he proceeded to open the box, curious as to what would be so heavy as to cause him that much grief throughout the carrying process. No wonder Wejerx told him to do it instead, he was pretty sure the Professor would not have the strength and stamina to do do.
It was an interesting thought that though he was older that Wejerx, though his mortal seeming concealed that fact, the benefits of his celestial form negated the usual frailties of age mortals were burdened with, leading to this strange reversal of roles.