Timestamp: 60th day of Summer, 519 AV
"So, that's what I am thinking." Dess concluded, his hands leaning on the table, several scraps of paper before him with rough drawings on them. Sona reached to slide one of sheets closer to her. The blonde shrugged.
"Really, this simple?", the Zeltivan asked, looking at the sketches. Some depicted a simple wooden cross, a post with a smaller cross post. They were at different heights, some with a separate 'head'. These would be used for training with weapons. Others would be a post with pegs protruding at different heights around the posts, for unarmed practice.
Toni leaned over them and cast a quick glance. Dess watched the Dhani examine the drawings. Having a Dhani around did not sit well with Dess at first, but the Iyvess possessed little of the stereotypes typical of other kinds of Dhani.
Toni shrugged. "Sona and Bragg scan handle this, I have confidence in them. I really need to focus on the docks." The Dhani's accent stretched out the 's' sounds.
Dess nodded, it was a simple task to build the training posts. He could have tried to hack through it, but there was no need with the talent that now resided at the Demesne.
"Thanks." The Damazar replied, shaking hands with Toni before the head carpenter left the main floor of the tower. Sona began to gather the drawings. "The other building projects are higher priority than those, just work on them in down time. Thanks for your help."
Sona rolled the papers up, nodding and smiling at Sona. "They won't take long. See ya around." She replied as she too headed out.
Dess followed, standing before the tower, looking over his new home. It really was a beautiful place. With the beach and the bay, the forests, even the ruins in the distance, the land was as diverse as the people who were making their home on it.
While he liked very much the people of the Demesne, and those who would be the first members of the Meraki, he was not ready to call them family. He was just beginning to build friendships. Relationships were not easy for Dess. The work of his family was often veiled in secrecy, and he could not afford to let outsiders close. He was working on shedding that kind of thinking.
But among the people around him were what he called his remnant. The survivors of the K'etir and Damazar. Darcee, Ember, Lynneah and Keesha. They were the people he knew, had been with at the Damazar and K'etir homes less than two seasons earlier. But there was one more. Kelski.
The unique circumstances surrounding Dess and Kelski rendered them closer to one another than to anyone else at the settlement. Yet they were like strangers, just getting to know one another. For Dess, getting to know Kelski had become a great pleasure, challenge and priority.
They were enjoying working together on the many projects underway to make the Meraki self-sufficient, but Dess itched to work his physical state. He was a disciplined warrior who sought to not only keep his condition fit, healthy and ready, but to find ways to improve it and what he could do with it.
As he looked over the terrain, the Damazar had a thought. It was a lot of land. Wouldn't it be wise to be able to move quickly across it, if necessary? Racing over the rugged terrain would be a much more interesting way to condition a body than exercise routines. He had seen a contest once where people competed to cross obstacle-strewn courses. They leaped, vaulted, flipped, swung... it was fascinating. A smile crept across his face. He knew just who might want to try it out.
After his patrol, Dess would search for Kelski.