4th Day of Summer, 519 A.V.
Quzon awoke as the horizon was set ablaze by freshly formed sunbeams. It was the first time he'd gotten a full night of sleep since he decided not to wear his magical ring. He wasn't sure why, but he felt like his body needed a rest from being altered into a velispar. Or rather, he was starting to feel less attached to his body. He started to feel odd whenever he shifted his hip to expect a non-existent tail to sway behind him. It made Quzon wonder if Kelvics felt that same sensation when they were not animals.
Quzon thought about that as he moved from his bedroom to the common area that acted like his personal gym. Or rather, he was going to exercise until he heard the sounds of a cracking flame from outside his front door. Upon opening the door, he did not expect to find someone sitting outside his house. Quzon left the campfire area near his pitched tent unkindled, but it now seemed to be crackling as a woman sat boiling something in a kettle.
He stood watching the woman from within his door frame in silent disbelief.
it might have been the morning haze that kept the realization away for so long, but it suddenly dawned on him that it was the Mixed Blood woman known as Indigo.
“Need something?”
He asked in Myrian since he knew she could understand him while looking over the cooking tripod Indigo had set up. “No, I just found myself stopping here when passing through the area. I just got a few things from the Mercantile and felt like testing this kettle.” Quzon moved to sit down on the ground opposite of her with the campfire in between them.
“What are you making?” The Mixed Blood said with a raised brow as he watched Indigo drop fruit into the kettle. “Bael fruit tea. When mixed with water and combined with a bit of sweeter fruit. It can make for a pleasantly refreshing and tangy tea. I just felt like making some after finding them. Did you want some?” Quzon shook his head to decline the offer as she drank some from a wooden cup.
“If you would like to find some yourself, the trees that grow them have thick spiny growths.” Indigo held up two fruits she pulled from one of three overstuffed bags resting next to her. Quzon looked over the handles of tools protruding from one of them. The bags seemed to be filled with shovel, hammers, and man-made items far more durable then those naturally attained in the jungle.
His focus shifted back to the fruits only to realize that he could not tell what color that were due to his color blindness, so he had to memorize what they physically looked like. "What color are they and what does the inside look like?" Indigo canted her head at the question of their color. "They are clearly yellow. But green or near gray before peak ripening." They looked to be full of seeds once she opened one with a knife, then added it to the kettle.
The Half-Isur eventually accepted an offer of tea after a chime of talking talking to Indigo, even recalling to her how he'd become color blind. "They were living shadows like specters. Tainted beings I first thought were ghosts, but are corruption not of Akajia's creation." It did not take long before for the two Mixed Bloods diminished their morning tea supply.
Quzon helped collect most of her gear, then put out the camp fire by dumping some dirt onto it. “The tea was bittersweet, but good. Do you always travel with a tea pot?” Quzon asked in thanks as he walked her to the edge of his parcel of land. She paused for a moment before turning back to him while adjusting the pack she wore and hefting up the other two packs in each arm.
“Not always. I’m heading back into the Jungle to a temporary shelter I made. And Its best to only take into the jungle what you can carry out, and this is what I can carry out. I like the jungle, but luxuries can help to keep you, or anyone, sane when alone in the jungle. No matter how good you are at surviving in nature, you're nothing if you start going insane. That can only lead to panic. And panic is death in a survival situation. "
They both stopped on the shore to stare out towards the distant Swine Swells. He stared out towards the blackened ocean. It undulating darkness both beautiful and terrifying in the absence of color. Indigo saw how hard he was looking at the ocean and patted Quzon on the shoulder. "Don’t drink the salt water. Your body will thirst more rapidly as if you hadn't consumed it to begin with. Just stay in under the shade to keep from sweating, find fresh water if able."
Quzon glanced towards her as she started to walk away, resulting in him following after her. "I can create my own water, so no worries."
Quzon thought about that as he moved from his bedroom to the common area that acted like his personal gym. Or rather, he was going to exercise until he heard the sounds of a cracking flame from outside his front door. Upon opening the door, he did not expect to find someone sitting outside his house. Quzon left the campfire area near his pitched tent unkindled, but it now seemed to be crackling as a woman sat boiling something in a kettle.
He stood watching the woman from within his door frame in silent disbelief.
it might have been the morning haze that kept the realization away for so long, but it suddenly dawned on him that it was the Mixed Blood woman known as Indigo.
“Need something?”
“What are you making?” The Mixed Blood said with a raised brow as he watched Indigo drop fruit into the kettle. “Bael fruit tea. When mixed with water and combined with a bit of sweeter fruit. It can make for a pleasantly refreshing and tangy tea. I just felt like making some after finding them. Did you want some?” Quzon shook his head to decline the offer as she drank some from a wooden cup.
“If you would like to find some yourself, the trees that grow them have thick spiny growths.” Indigo held up two fruits she pulled from one of three overstuffed bags resting next to her. Quzon looked over the handles of tools protruding from one of them. The bags seemed to be filled with shovel, hammers, and man-made items far more durable then those naturally attained in the jungle.
His focus shifted back to the fruits only to realize that he could not tell what color that were due to his color blindness, so he had to memorize what they physically looked like. "What color are they and what does the inside look like?" Indigo canted her head at the question of their color. "They are clearly yellow. But green or near gray before peak ripening." They looked to be full of seeds once she opened one with a knife, then added it to the kettle.
The Half-Isur eventually accepted an offer of tea after a chime of talking talking to Indigo, even recalling to her how he'd become color blind. "They were living shadows like specters. Tainted beings I first thought were ghosts, but are corruption not of Akajia's creation." It did not take long before for the two Mixed Bloods diminished their morning tea supply.
Quzon helped collect most of her gear, then put out the camp fire by dumping some dirt onto it. “The tea was bittersweet, but good. Do you always travel with a tea pot?” Quzon asked in thanks as he walked her to the edge of his parcel of land. She paused for a moment before turning back to him while adjusting the pack she wore and hefting up the other two packs in each arm.
“Not always. I’m heading back into the Jungle to a temporary shelter I made. And Its best to only take into the jungle what you can carry out, and this is what I can carry out. I like the jungle, but luxuries can help to keep you, or anyone, sane when alone in the jungle. No matter how good you are at surviving in nature, you're nothing if you start going insane. That can only lead to panic. And panic is death in a survival situation. "
They both stopped on the shore to stare out towards the distant Swine Swells. He stared out towards the blackened ocean. It undulating darkness both beautiful and terrifying in the absence of color. Indigo saw how hard he was looking at the ocean and patted Quzon on the shoulder. "Don’t drink the salt water. Your body will thirst more rapidly as if you hadn't consumed it to begin with. Just stay in under the shade to keep from sweating, find fresh water if able."
Quzon glanced towards her as she started to walk away, resulting in him following after her. "I can create my own water, so no worries."
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