The 30th Day of Spring 518 AV
Alwyn was the sort that hated the jungle but liked the beach and loved the sea that Syka claimed as its own. So the fact that he took time and trapaised through what little bit of foliage to the commuity pool really spoke to what he'd heard about it. While he'd never been bothered by the cold of the sea, even embraced it every time he'd dived into the waters, he wondered what warm water felt like.
Which was, admittedly, something that gave him a decent chuckle as the pools came into sight. He'd never stepped foot into any bit of warm water, touched it, much less swam in it. He went in with honestly low expectations, as land-dwellers often liked very odd things, very uncomfortable things. Like thick, blasted-to-Hai jungles that seemed to grow in every corner of Syka. Which only made sense for a jungle-side settlement, but was still rather annoying.
The pools were blissfully empty when he entered the area. He liked these moments of solitude when he could get them in Syka, despite the fact that he'd been alone for so long. He walked towards the smooth water, crouched down, and dipped a hand in.
It was a pleasant warmth that spread up his wrist to his forearm but no higher. It wasn't much but it was enough for him to want to fully submerge himself into the heated waters. He stood and walked towards a decently large rock that sat near the falls. It was far enough away from it that all of the clothes he removed and set atop it wouldn't get wet, and close enough that he could swim anywhere in the pool and not lose sight of them.
And swim he did. The heat of the pools relaxed him to a point he'd never really known, spreading throughout his quite tired muscles. Still, he moved, as he'd never been one to sit still for long. His strokes were slow: his fingers spread apart as his arms went out in front of him, then closed and formed paddles that propelled him forward when he pushed them back.
Alwyn was the sort that hated the jungle but liked the beach and loved the sea that Syka claimed as its own. So the fact that he took time and trapaised through what little bit of foliage to the commuity pool really spoke to what he'd heard about it. While he'd never been bothered by the cold of the sea, even embraced it every time he'd dived into the waters, he wondered what warm water felt like.
Which was, admittedly, something that gave him a decent chuckle as the pools came into sight. He'd never stepped foot into any bit of warm water, touched it, much less swam in it. He went in with honestly low expectations, as land-dwellers often liked very odd things, very uncomfortable things. Like thick, blasted-to-Hai jungles that seemed to grow in every corner of Syka. Which only made sense for a jungle-side settlement, but was still rather annoying.
The pools were blissfully empty when he entered the area. He liked these moments of solitude when he could get them in Syka, despite the fact that he'd been alone for so long. He walked towards the smooth water, crouched down, and dipped a hand in.
It was a pleasant warmth that spread up his wrist to his forearm but no higher. It wasn't much but it was enough for him to want to fully submerge himself into the heated waters. He stood and walked towards a decently large rock that sat near the falls. It was far enough away from it that all of the clothes he removed and set atop it wouldn't get wet, and close enough that he could swim anywhere in the pool and not lose sight of them.
And swim he did. The heat of the pools relaxed him to a point he'd never really known, spreading throughout his quite tired muscles. Still, he moved, as he'd never been one to sit still for long. His strokes were slow: his fingers spread apart as his arms went out in front of him, then closed and formed paddles that propelled him forward when he pushed them back.