67th of Spring, 522 AV
Cleon woke up to a cold bucket of salt water being thrown over him, and sat up with a start to see Randal standing quietly over him with an empty bucket. In the early morning dimness he almost thought he had woken up into a nightmare as this horned figure lurked over him, but then the finer details of the moment came into focus. He was laying on the ground in a pool of his own vomit, which the acrid stench of was currently filling his nostrils.
Randal bleated something out, cleared his throat and then growled. “Get cleaned up and come outside.” Then he watched Randal walk away for a few ticks before he tried to rub the bleariness from his eyes. He quickly regretted that decision because the salt water made his eyes sting which caused him to blink rapidly while swiping at his eyes with his shirt until the pain mostly went away. However all of that sudden activity provoked a deep headache which almost made him upchuck again as he caught himself on the edge of a table.
Squeezing his eyes shut, he waited for the worst of it to pass before he forced himself up to his feet, and took a good look at the extent of the damage. Fortunately, he had managed to confine himself to one area before he vacated the contents of his stomach which would make cleaning up significantly easier, and looking around he saw another bucket, this one full with a rag draped over the side while nearby on top of the table lay a bar of soap.
Not eager about making Randal wait, Cleon set to work immediately sopping up the vomit and then scrubbing the floor clean. It took several chimes too get it all up, though when he was finished he could hardly tell what had been there before. At least until he looked at his clothes that were pretty grungy he had to admit.
Taking the buckets out of the shop and towards the sea he saw Randal standing beside a massive log that had been stripped of its branches and neatly cut across the ends. That put a little hustle into his step as he went down to the water with the buckets to rinse them out and then scrub his clothes clean as best he could manage before working his way back up the beach. After dropping the buckets off beside the shop he headed for Randal who held out an axe towards him as he approached.
“This is a Koa tree. We’re going to use the sides for surf board blanks and the log itself to make a paddle board.” Randal said, and as Cleon grasped the end of the ax, Randal continued to hold onto it firmly. “Are you sure you can do this?” He grunted seriously.
Cleon felt the blood drain from his face a bit as he hurriedly nodded. “Yes, I’m sorry about what happened. It won’t ever happened again.” Cleon admitted, having a hard time meeting Randal’s stern gaze.
“Make sure it doesn’t. I get that we’re all dealing with our own troubles this season, but don’t let it overwhelm you, and if it does, talk to someone about it, okay?” Randal bleated, and Cleon tried not to wince at how unusual his voice sounded, and merely nodded.
“Yes sir” He said, grasping the ax as Randal let go of it.
“Start by hitting the pegs I’ve laid out. Then you’ll set up the other side.” Randal growled as he gestured at the log. Looking at it he saw five evenly spaced wooden pegs that ran the length of the Koa log, and walking up to the side of it, he wound his arms back before striking the first one with the back of the ax.
The peg sank in a quarter of an inch with the strike while the log made a splitting sound. Cleon struck it again, twisting his hips with the movement to really get his weight behind the blow. The peg slid in another few inches as the top of the log started to come apart. Cleon worked his way down to the next peg, giving it a couple of firm strikes before moving on again.
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Randal bleated something out, cleared his throat and then growled. “Get cleaned up and come outside.” Then he watched Randal walk away for a few ticks before he tried to rub the bleariness from his eyes. He quickly regretted that decision because the salt water made his eyes sting which caused him to blink rapidly while swiping at his eyes with his shirt until the pain mostly went away. However all of that sudden activity provoked a deep headache which almost made him upchuck again as he caught himself on the edge of a table.
Squeezing his eyes shut, he waited for the worst of it to pass before he forced himself up to his feet, and took a good look at the extent of the damage. Fortunately, he had managed to confine himself to one area before he vacated the contents of his stomach which would make cleaning up significantly easier, and looking around he saw another bucket, this one full with a rag draped over the side while nearby on top of the table lay a bar of soap.
Not eager about making Randal wait, Cleon set to work immediately sopping up the vomit and then scrubbing the floor clean. It took several chimes too get it all up, though when he was finished he could hardly tell what had been there before. At least until he looked at his clothes that were pretty grungy he had to admit.
Taking the buckets out of the shop and towards the sea he saw Randal standing beside a massive log that had been stripped of its branches and neatly cut across the ends. That put a little hustle into his step as he went down to the water with the buckets to rinse them out and then scrub his clothes clean as best he could manage before working his way back up the beach. After dropping the buckets off beside the shop he headed for Randal who held out an axe towards him as he approached.
“This is a Koa tree. We’re going to use the sides for surf board blanks and the log itself to make a paddle board.” Randal said, and as Cleon grasped the end of the ax, Randal continued to hold onto it firmly. “Are you sure you can do this?” He grunted seriously.
Cleon felt the blood drain from his face a bit as he hurriedly nodded. “Yes, I’m sorry about what happened. It won’t ever happened again.” Cleon admitted, having a hard time meeting Randal’s stern gaze.
“Make sure it doesn’t. I get that we’re all dealing with our own troubles this season, but don’t let it overwhelm you, and if it does, talk to someone about it, okay?” Randal bleated, and Cleon tried not to wince at how unusual his voice sounded, and merely nodded.
“Yes sir” He said, grasping the ax as Randal let go of it.
“Start by hitting the pegs I’ve laid out. Then you’ll set up the other side.” Randal growled as he gestured at the log. Looking at it he saw five evenly spaced wooden pegs that ran the length of the Koa log, and walking up to the side of it, he wound his arms back before striking the first one with the back of the ax.
The peg sank in a quarter of an inch with the strike while the log made a splitting sound. Cleon struck it again, twisting his hips with the movement to really get his weight behind the blow. The peg slid in another few inches as the top of the log started to come apart. Cleon worked his way down to the next peg, giving it a couple of firm strikes before moving on again.
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