Post by Azhdarchid on May 28, 2011 15:55:46 GMT -5
Even the night was hot enough to dictate a short-sleeved shirt and pants of light cloth. Glowlights speckled the northern bridge walls and ringed the main and side entrances to the Sands just in case Gold Callistath's eggs set to rocking. In an artful touch, some of the glows had been set behind and around the falls, lending aquamarine light to the lower basin. Qosis had planted himself between the bridge and the Candidates' entrance, putting all that extra light to his own purposes. He rested upon a crop of rock bit sheer at its end, dumping straight into the waterfall pool, but he was not so close as to tempt a trip into waters still too cool to support him.
He was, as he had often been at late, sewing. But today's venture was more practical than practice. Just today the storage rooms with the traditional attire of the Candidates had been unlocked and made available in anticipation of the imminent Hatching. Qosis took a modest decision for a man of his size to look and see if there was anything that actually fit him in that musty old wardrobe. He had sorted out the freshest, most intact-looking robe of approximate size, and appropriated one of its smaller, rattier cousins as well. With scissor and white thread he worked to expand the first neatly with the scavenged fabric of the latter. He had already skinned and dismantled a pair of sandals too, and their pieces along with a few scraps of wherry leather for their modification rested beside him.
His choice of mending hour came more at the hands of his chores, which were circulating back to the lengthy, outdoorsy types that tended to swallow entire days no matter how efficient he was. He did not suffer any physical decline for the exercise the work forced him to miss, for it required ample muscle and movement on its own. But certain compulsions could not be sated on mere needlework. One of his feet-- bare, boot stripped so he could check the sandal against it later --tapped incessantly against the rock, or sometimes he jarred his knee up and down in little shudders. Logical though it would be to deduce this was the excitement towards the Hatching turned giddily physical, it was more Qosis' absence from his usual evening exertions that kept him twitching. He only paused, or slowed, when the bent leg bumped his arm and interfered with his stitching.
[ OOC: Yeah let's see if we can sneak in one more before the Hatching. XD ]
He was, as he had often been at late, sewing. But today's venture was more practical than practice. Just today the storage rooms with the traditional attire of the Candidates had been unlocked and made available in anticipation of the imminent Hatching. Qosis took a modest decision for a man of his size to look and see if there was anything that actually fit him in that musty old wardrobe. He had sorted out the freshest, most intact-looking robe of approximate size, and appropriated one of its smaller, rattier cousins as well. With scissor and white thread he worked to expand the first neatly with the scavenged fabric of the latter. He had already skinned and dismantled a pair of sandals too, and their pieces along with a few scraps of wherry leather for their modification rested beside him.
His choice of mending hour came more at the hands of his chores, which were circulating back to the lengthy, outdoorsy types that tended to swallow entire days no matter how efficient he was. He did not suffer any physical decline for the exercise the work forced him to miss, for it required ample muscle and movement on its own. But certain compulsions could not be sated on mere needlework. One of his feet-- bare, boot stripped so he could check the sandal against it later --tapped incessantly against the rock, or sometimes he jarred his knee up and down in little shudders. Logical though it would be to deduce this was the excitement towards the Hatching turned giddily physical, it was more Qosis' absence from his usual evening exertions that kept him twitching. He only paused, or slowed, when the bent leg bumped his arm and interfered with his stitching.
[ OOC: Yeah let's see if we can sneak in one more before the Hatching. XD ]