10th of Summer, 516 AV
Daevion woke early, as usual, to the tweeting of the morning birds. He took a moment to fully get control of his systems. Trying to do anything while still drowsy was just asking for trouble. He'd learned that the hard way, multiple times. Whether accidentally cutting himself on some sharp object, falling and or tripping on something and getting a bruise; he'd gone through all sorts of drowsy-escapades, and got hurt in some way or another. Or perhaps he was just a pain-magnet?
Shrugging the thought from his mind, Daevion got up after a minute or two, using his right hand to swipe his dread-locks from in front of his face. His pale gold eyes squinted around his room as light slowly filled in from the windows. He could hear the waterfall from here, where his home city got its name from. The sound of it rejuvenated him, pumping energy through his veins; it was like a fountain of youth for him, one which he never had to drink nor swim in. He felt a rather queer but not unwelcome swell of pride as he thought about the natural beauty of his city.
Mind's a-wandering this morning, is it not, brother? Dravon lightly teased, having been able to 'hear' everything Daevion thought. A mental scoff emanated from Dae; What, a man can't think about his wonderful city as he wakes? Dravon chuckled at that (mentally, of course), and Daevion stood up, allowing the blankets to fall from his nude form. He could already tell today was not going to be a day of recovery.
-- A bell later
Opening the door to his favorite food place, Kulkukan Tavern, he was engaged in a fierce mental debate on the efficiency of his morning work-out routine with Dravon, who thought he should switch up from time to time.
Feel free to change it up by taking over in the mornings, Dravon. This was an automatic win for Daevion; he knew how much Dravon hated dealing with people, and because of that, he didn't quite like controlling the body for the two of them at any point unless they were in a private place full of books. Dravon continued to mumble as Daevion looked around.
That's when his eyes fell on her; he didn't know it yet, but her name was Yohana. He'd never seen her around before, and he was sure of this because he'd have remembered. She was quite attractive, beautiful, even; an exotic specimen in the land of colored giants. The green Akalak somehow found himself lost in her appearance, pondering if she was even human. In any case, he found himself looking far too long, and only turned when Dravon pointed this out to him.
He pushed her from his mind; a woman like that was probably a Nakivak, a breeder, to one of the other men in here. And quite frankly, it wouldn't do for Daevion to be caught staring at someone else's woman. His brethren (including him, if he really thought about it) became quite overprotective over their Nakivaks, and he'd already heard of many a brawl over one man figuring he could pull a fast one.
He walked over to an empty table, once more having to push his dreadlockes from his face as he sat down; he really needed to get something to keep it back. He waited for the waitress, already getting a few gold mizas from his pocket to order breakfast.
Daevion woke early, as usual, to the tweeting of the morning birds. He took a moment to fully get control of his systems. Trying to do anything while still drowsy was just asking for trouble. He'd learned that the hard way, multiple times. Whether accidentally cutting himself on some sharp object, falling and or tripping on something and getting a bruise; he'd gone through all sorts of drowsy-escapades, and got hurt in some way or another. Or perhaps he was just a pain-magnet?
Shrugging the thought from his mind, Daevion got up after a minute or two, using his right hand to swipe his dread-locks from in front of his face. His pale gold eyes squinted around his room as light slowly filled in from the windows. He could hear the waterfall from here, where his home city got its name from. The sound of it rejuvenated him, pumping energy through his veins; it was like a fountain of youth for him, one which he never had to drink nor swim in. He felt a rather queer but not unwelcome swell of pride as he thought about the natural beauty of his city.
Mind's a-wandering this morning, is it not, brother? Dravon lightly teased, having been able to 'hear' everything Daevion thought. A mental scoff emanated from Dae; What, a man can't think about his wonderful city as he wakes? Dravon chuckled at that (mentally, of course), and Daevion stood up, allowing the blankets to fall from his nude form. He could already tell today was not going to be a day of recovery.
-- A bell later
Opening the door to his favorite food place, Kulkukan Tavern, he was engaged in a fierce mental debate on the efficiency of his morning work-out routine with Dravon, who thought he should switch up from time to time.
Feel free to change it up by taking over in the mornings, Dravon. This was an automatic win for Daevion; he knew how much Dravon hated dealing with people, and because of that, he didn't quite like controlling the body for the two of them at any point unless they were in a private place full of books. Dravon continued to mumble as Daevion looked around.
That's when his eyes fell on her; he didn't know it yet, but her name was Yohana. He'd never seen her around before, and he was sure of this because he'd have remembered. She was quite attractive, beautiful, even; an exotic specimen in the land of colored giants. The green Akalak somehow found himself lost in her appearance, pondering if she was even human. In any case, he found himself looking far too long, and only turned when Dravon pointed this out to him.
He pushed her from his mind; a woman like that was probably a Nakivak, a breeder, to one of the other men in here. And quite frankly, it wouldn't do for Daevion to be caught staring at someone else's woman. His brethren (including him, if he really thought about it) became quite overprotective over their Nakivaks, and he'd already heard of many a brawl over one man figuring he could pull a fast one.
He walked over to an empty table, once more having to push his dreadlockes from his face as he sat down; he really needed to get something to keep it back. He waited for the waitress, already getting a few gold mizas from his pocket to order breakfast.
