everyone needs some downtime [open]
Jan 28, 2014 22:36:12 GMT
Post by Hunter on Jan 28, 2014 22:36:12 GMT
Darrion was a little nervous about this, but it wasn't his first time at the springs. They were a geographical anomaly, a strange little pocket of heat and steam out in the backwoods a good ways from town, and a good way to relax if you ever found the time. The hike was a moderate one -- a bit more than he was fit for, honestly. His jobs all involved lifting the occasional heavy object and standing still on his feet, not cardiovascular endurance. Between that and the unusually light and sunny weather for a winter day, the drake wasn't shivering when he got there.
The springs were technically open to the public, though no signage or accommodations had been erected there, and it was still far out of the way of any paved roads. Darrion suspected that had to do something with nymphs' political involvement, though he couldn't be sure. It remained relatively free of litter, nonetheless, and the place was practically deserted at the moment.
Hesitating, he was a little self-conscious about removing the layers of shirts and hoodies and sweatpants to get down to his swimming trunks, not just because he was showing skin, but because he was showing scales, too. He didn't like making that part of himself known to strangers. But there weren't many people around this afternoon, anyway, and he tried to reassure himself with that.
On the other hand, you never knew when there might be nymphs hiding around.
Darrion quickly got into the water to escape the cold, submerging himself to his neck for a moment before resting his arms along the edge. He probably looked a bit silly, wearing a hat in the water, but he wasn't planning to get his head wet and he didn't want his ears to get cold.
The springs were technically open to the public, though no signage or accommodations had been erected there, and it was still far out of the way of any paved roads. Darrion suspected that had to do something with nymphs' political involvement, though he couldn't be sure. It remained relatively free of litter, nonetheless, and the place was practically deserted at the moment.
Hesitating, he was a little self-conscious about removing the layers of shirts and hoodies and sweatpants to get down to his swimming trunks, not just because he was showing skin, but because he was showing scales, too. He didn't like making that part of himself known to strangers. But there weren't many people around this afternoon, anyway, and he tried to reassure himself with that.
On the other hand, you never knew when there might be nymphs hiding around.
Darrion quickly got into the water to escape the cold, submerging himself to his neck for a moment before resting his arms along the edge. He probably looked a bit silly, wearing a hat in the water, but he wasn't planning to get his head wet and he didn't want his ears to get cold.