Timestamp: 14th day of Spring 511AV
The sun was just beginning to peek up over the trees, as Ishamael stirred from his sleep. Yawning sleepily Ishamael stretched lazily, arcing his arms over his head and curling his toes in silent pleasure. Looking over at Aleath, he nooded to himself smiling. She is not an early riser he thought musingly. Rising to his feet carefully so as not to wake her, for his four man tent was not overly large, Ishamael ran his hands through his toussled hear to put a little order to it. Yawning silently behind his hand Ishamael gathered several toiletries and quietly exited the tent.
The morning truly was a beautiful one, the lake shining like a glistening jewel. Taking in the cool spring air Ishamael spread his arms and smiled widely around at the wonders of nature. Moving down to the lake Ishamael undressed and entered the lake with a small bar of lye soap. Entering to about his waist Ishamael began to scrub his body furiously to work out yesterday's grime he hadn't had time to wash last night. Shivering slightly at the morning cold of the water, Ishamael again thought of the previous day's events.
This woman is different, but I feel that she is safe, harmless at least for the most part. She trusted me and I have to keep trusting my own intuition Ishamael finished his thoughts and his morning bath by dumping his head and washing the soap out of his hair, then splashing water on his face. Deciding on an impluse to continue to move forward, Ishamael dove in and began to swim in the shallows. After a few moments of swimming back and forth Ishamael exited the water, dried off with a towel, and put on his small clothes and silver pants.
The pants were silver, with small intricate designs inlaid on them. They were a symbol of his clan, and he still thought of himself as a group, instead of the individual he had become. Yet, Ishamael thought of his family as he began to strike up the camp. Taking some of the excess wood from the night before Ishamael then rekindled the fire from the night before. After several strikes from his flint that he'd gathered among his other toiletries when he first left the tent.
After the fire was going again, and at a steady small blaze Ishamael then reentered the tent, to gather some ingredients for breakfast. As he entered and went to his saddlebags to gather the food, Ishamael thought he heard Aleath stir. It was then that he noticed that he was only wearing his silver worked pants, leaving his lean upperbody bare with his still wet hair matted to his shoulders.