Post by lyonza on Jan 28, 2011 7:41:27 GMT -6
Z'mer had always been a creature of habit when it came to his comforts. Klah in the morning when he woke up, something fruity and sweet with lunch, some wine with dinner or klah if he didn't feel like having wine. The same for his daily soak in the baths. Since cutting his foot, he was a bit out of sorts. It still hurt a little to step on the cut and he didn't really want to use numbweed on it if he could help it.
After dinner and a fun chat to one of the other candidates that he had met, Brete, he headed for the bathing cavern to soak some warmth into his bones and to clean and rebandage the healing cut on his foot. The clunk-clunk of the cane on the stone floor as he walked made him feel old and if there was one thing Z'mer disliked, it was feeling old. Chatting to the various Candidates, he was painfully aware that any of them could have been his. OK, maybe some of them were a little too old to be his kids, but still, most of them could have been.
He set about his routine when he went to soak in the hot water, putting out towels, placing clean clothing out of splash radius and the like. He sank into the bath after tossing the dirty laundry in a basket, letting the bandage on his foot soak first before trying to remove it. He inspected the cut and could see the healthy pink of healing around the edges, so he let his foot sink to the bottom of the bath and leaned back in the steam, sipping some klah.
Z'mer idly wondered who would join him in the bath this time. It was fast becoming the social hub of the Weyr to him. Nothing to hide when bathing? It was something to ponder.
After dinner and a fun chat to one of the other candidates that he had met, Brete, he headed for the bathing cavern to soak some warmth into his bones and to clean and rebandage the healing cut on his foot. The clunk-clunk of the cane on the stone floor as he walked made him feel old and if there was one thing Z'mer disliked, it was feeling old. Chatting to the various Candidates, he was painfully aware that any of them could have been his. OK, maybe some of them were a little too old to be his kids, but still, most of them could have been.
He set about his routine when he went to soak in the hot water, putting out towels, placing clean clothing out of splash radius and the like. He sank into the bath after tossing the dirty laundry in a basket, letting the bandage on his foot soak first before trying to remove it. He inspected the cut and could see the healthy pink of healing around the edges, so he let his foot sink to the bottom of the bath and leaned back in the steam, sipping some klah.
Z'mer idly wondered who would join him in the bath this time. It was fast becoming the social hub of the Weyr to him. Nothing to hide when bathing? It was something to ponder.