4th of Summer, 522 AV
Awkardly he realized they had been spooning moments before and although he had no control over his night time movements he still felt a little embarrassed as he walked past Uta. She motioned him with a three fingers and then thinking better of it leaned in towards him to speak softly into his ear. “Let us know if you hear anything suspicious or you need to take a leak. Thank you.” Uta said, giving his elbow a little squeeze before he in turn helped her into the hammock before going to sit over by the fire. He promptly took a drink from his water skin and reapplied his insect repellent.
It didn’t take him long to figure out he couldn’t see much sitting behind the fire so he sat with his back to it and waited a while for his eyes to adjust to the predawn twilight. Only three bells, it wasn’t a very long time to spend keeping watch all things considered. He listened carefully out into the lively jungle night which still yet teemed with life, even long after Syna had gone down. Under Leth’s grace, it had an almost unnatural beauty to it, that which he could see gilded by his silvery light. He wondered vaguely if any of their traps had triggered during the night, and what he should do about it if such came to pass on his watch. Suppose he should wake up one of them, probably Indigo since Uta had only just gone to sleep. Cleon wasn’t foolish enough to think he could go off by himself. If they recommended a buddy for going to the latrine at night, they’d want him to take one to check the perimeter of the camp. In the dark it would doubly easy for him to stumble into unseen danger or even get lost if he some how managed to lose sight of their fire.
He took that all in as he sat on the log, and eventually, despite himself he grew bored though not bored enough to break out his talking book on morphing. That wasn’t entertaining to him, and besides the book might talk loudly enough to wake the others. No he would deal with that book another time. He could bide his time in more useful ways, like remembering the details of their conversation the previous afternoon, and trying to piece together how he would guide them back without using his mark. Still with a little sleep in the corners of his eyes, he vaguely remembered the way the trees looked when they first left Uta’s and where the sun was in the sky. Because it had been afternoon and they were heading away from Syka the Syna had of course been in front of them, and going lower in the sky as they walked, practically in their faces at some points of their journey which told him that they increased elevation at certain points.
Because of the way Syna traversed the sky that meant they would want to do likewise for the return journey, keeping Syna in front of them as best they could manage while they headed their way back.
WC - 528
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Awkardly he realized they had been spooning moments before and although he had no control over his night time movements he still felt a little embarrassed as he walked past Uta. She motioned him with a three fingers and then thinking better of it leaned in towards him to speak softly into his ear. “Let us know if you hear anything suspicious or you need to take a leak. Thank you.” Uta said, giving his elbow a little squeeze before he in turn helped her into the hammock before going to sit over by the fire. He promptly took a drink from his water skin and reapplied his insect repellent.
It didn’t take him long to figure out he couldn’t see much sitting behind the fire so he sat with his back to it and waited a while for his eyes to adjust to the predawn twilight. Only three bells, it wasn’t a very long time to spend keeping watch all things considered. He listened carefully out into the lively jungle night which still yet teemed with life, even long after Syna had gone down. Under Leth’s grace, it had an almost unnatural beauty to it, that which he could see gilded by his silvery light. He wondered vaguely if any of their traps had triggered during the night, and what he should do about it if such came to pass on his watch. Suppose he should wake up one of them, probably Indigo since Uta had only just gone to sleep. Cleon wasn’t foolish enough to think he could go off by himself. If they recommended a buddy for going to the latrine at night, they’d want him to take one to check the perimeter of the camp. In the dark it would doubly easy for him to stumble into unseen danger or even get lost if he some how managed to lose sight of their fire.
He took that all in as he sat on the log, and eventually, despite himself he grew bored though not bored enough to break out his talking book on morphing. That wasn’t entertaining to him, and besides the book might talk loudly enough to wake the others. No he would deal with that book another time. He could bide his time in more useful ways, like remembering the details of their conversation the previous afternoon, and trying to piece together how he would guide them back without using his mark. Still with a little sleep in the corners of his eyes, he vaguely remembered the way the trees looked when they first left Uta’s and where the sun was in the sky. Because it had been afternoon and they were heading away from Syka the Syna had of course been in front of them, and going lower in the sky as they walked, practically in their faces at some points of their journey which told him that they increased elevation at certain points.
Because of the way Syna traversed the sky that meant they would want to do likewise for the return journey, keeping Syna in front of them as best they could manage while they headed their way back.
WC - 528
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