10th of Summer, 522 AV
Early afternoon found Cleon on the beach in cream isuas breeches, sandals, and a black broad brimmed hat that he was currently using to keep the sun of his neck. He was seated in the sand with his toes just barely in the surf so when the waves washed onto the shore they just barely caressed his toes. It was shaping up to be an altogether pleasant afternoon although he had only just gotten off of work and instead of heading back to the Protea he decided to sit for a while watching the sea from his lovely vantage point. In his hands he cradled a small clay jar that he rocked back and forth as his eyes roamed across the horizon that was broken up by the island in the water.
Taking in a deep breath through his nose, he felt himself relax somewhat as he opened up the lid of the jar and took out one of the pieces of dark colored candied fruit within. Recalling the note that had been left with it the previous season, he studied the seemingly unremarkable piece of fruit for a long moment before pulling a piece into his hand and closing the jar, setting it beside the rest of his things that were arrayed out in the sand beside him. A half empty wine bottle, a backpack, and of course Orenmir whom he always felt was watching him for some reason even though the sword clearly didn’t have eyes. He thought about reaching out mentally towards the sword, and then did, his command simple. Keep an eye on my stuff Orenmir.
Cleon felt a mental nudge back in response, and almost smiled as he got up to walk out into the water. He knew he must have struck a chord this time if the sword was giving him the silent treatment, or maybe it just didn’t deign that it was worth it to respond to his command. Whatever the case, it kept its voice out of his head which was a relief as he walked deeper into the water. It was fortunately not the most chatty of objects in his possession, but he still hadn’t gotten away from how disconcerting it felt to have its voice in his mind which was surprising seeing as he had spent a good bit of last season scouring the minds of others. He supposed it had to do a little with how much of a different state mentally he had been over the course of last season, making several decisions that he had come to swiftly regret here now in the present.
It took several more deep breaths to push such thoughts from his mind as he tried to focus instead on the little piece of candied fruit pursed between two fingers. Sort of squishy, the dark colored fruit had flecks of salt entombed within that lived well up to its name. When his mind was about as clear as he was going to get it, he popped the piece of fruit in his mouth under his tongue as he waded even deeper, the waves splashing under his chin, then over. He felt a surge of fear, almost panic as the water came over him, pushing at him down wards and his eyes burned briefly as he tried to get his bearings. He had to remind himself that this was alright. That it was what he wanted, and to just go with the pressure leading up to the sea floor, and slowly he let out the breath he had been holding so he could slowly sink to the bottom legs crossed.
Then came the moment of truth. The one he had been excited and terrified for because he had no guarantee that it would work. Cleon took in a deep breath through his nose. Salt water rushed in, burning his sinuses. Making his eyes sting even more, but surprisingly it didn’t choke him. Instead he was able to take a full breath. Then another, and finally when he was confident that the candied fruit would indeed work as intended he rolled onto his stomach and started creeping his way across the bottom of the sea floor which was vibrant with a myriad of life. It was so beautiful that he almost lost his count which would have been problematic to say the least seeing as he only had roughly fifteen chimes under the water according to that note. Of course he had been boneheaded enough to leave the rest of the fruit on the beach, so it wasn’t like he could pop another piece in an emergency. He would have to be careful to make sure that he didn’t stray too far, and kept an eye out for anything dangerous.
Still it was hard not to simply just enjoy what he was doing just then, swimming under the water as free as any bird in the sky almost. Pushing off from the sea floor he soared underneath the water, spreading his arms out and hard swiping behind him as he kicked out his legs. If anyone was watching, it was probably the least graceful thing they had ever seen but Cleon wasn’t worried about that just now. He had grown comfortable enough with his own body that he was more forgiving when it came to the awkwardness born from his lack of experience in the water.
Up until now he had been only practicing in the Community Pool and the difference between that and this was as stark as it was refreshing. He almost shuddered with joy when he eventually came up to the surface for a breath only to remember that he still had a few chimes left on his piece of candied fruit. Cleon shrugged it off. It was better to be safe, and orienting himself back towards the beach he started to swim to shore. His strokes were far from clean and by the time he finally did reach the beach he was nearly exhausted by his little venture out into the water as the waves had continually dragged him back deeper until he finally caught a break by being able to touch the sandy bottom.
A little tired Cleon sprawled on the sand beside his belongings and closed his eyes for a moment before his sword whispered. Forgot your hat.
WC - 1,059
Taking in a deep breath through his nose, he felt himself relax somewhat as he opened up the lid of the jar and took out one of the pieces of dark colored candied fruit within. Recalling the note that had been left with it the previous season, he studied the seemingly unremarkable piece of fruit for a long moment before pulling a piece into his hand and closing the jar, setting it beside the rest of his things that were arrayed out in the sand beside him. A half empty wine bottle, a backpack, and of course Orenmir whom he always felt was watching him for some reason even though the sword clearly didn’t have eyes. He thought about reaching out mentally towards the sword, and then did, his command simple. Keep an eye on my stuff Orenmir.
Cleon felt a mental nudge back in response, and almost smiled as he got up to walk out into the water. He knew he must have struck a chord this time if the sword was giving him the silent treatment, or maybe it just didn’t deign that it was worth it to respond to his command. Whatever the case, it kept its voice out of his head which was a relief as he walked deeper into the water. It was fortunately not the most chatty of objects in his possession, but he still hadn’t gotten away from how disconcerting it felt to have its voice in his mind which was surprising seeing as he had spent a good bit of last season scouring the minds of others. He supposed it had to do a little with how much of a different state mentally he had been over the course of last season, making several decisions that he had come to swiftly regret here now in the present.
It took several more deep breaths to push such thoughts from his mind as he tried to focus instead on the little piece of candied fruit pursed between two fingers. Sort of squishy, the dark colored fruit had flecks of salt entombed within that lived well up to its name. When his mind was about as clear as he was going to get it, he popped the piece of fruit in his mouth under his tongue as he waded even deeper, the waves splashing under his chin, then over. He felt a surge of fear, almost panic as the water came over him, pushing at him down wards and his eyes burned briefly as he tried to get his bearings. He had to remind himself that this was alright. That it was what he wanted, and to just go with the pressure leading up to the sea floor, and slowly he let out the breath he had been holding so he could slowly sink to the bottom legs crossed.
Then came the moment of truth. The one he had been excited and terrified for because he had no guarantee that it would work. Cleon took in a deep breath through his nose. Salt water rushed in, burning his sinuses. Making his eyes sting even more, but surprisingly it didn’t choke him. Instead he was able to take a full breath. Then another, and finally when he was confident that the candied fruit would indeed work as intended he rolled onto his stomach and started creeping his way across the bottom of the sea floor which was vibrant with a myriad of life. It was so beautiful that he almost lost his count which would have been problematic to say the least seeing as he only had roughly fifteen chimes under the water according to that note. Of course he had been boneheaded enough to leave the rest of the fruit on the beach, so it wasn’t like he could pop another piece in an emergency. He would have to be careful to make sure that he didn’t stray too far, and kept an eye out for anything dangerous.
Still it was hard not to simply just enjoy what he was doing just then, swimming under the water as free as any bird in the sky almost. Pushing off from the sea floor he soared underneath the water, spreading his arms out and hard swiping behind him as he kicked out his legs. If anyone was watching, it was probably the least graceful thing they had ever seen but Cleon wasn’t worried about that just now. He had grown comfortable enough with his own body that he was more forgiving when it came to the awkwardness born from his lack of experience in the water.
Up until now he had been only practicing in the Community Pool and the difference between that and this was as stark as it was refreshing. He almost shuddered with joy when he eventually came up to the surface for a breath only to remember that he still had a few chimes left on his piece of candied fruit. Cleon shrugged it off. It was better to be safe, and orienting himself back towards the beach he started to swim to shore. His strokes were far from clean and by the time he finally did reach the beach he was nearly exhausted by his little venture out into the water as the waves had continually dragged him back deeper until he finally caught a break by being able to touch the sandy bottom.
A little tired Cleon sprawled on the sand beside his belongings and closed his eyes for a moment before his sword whispered. Forgot your hat.
WC - 1,059