:: HERO of KORRIBAN ::
The sun was high in the afternoon, and while it had not been a overly hot day, Aden still managed to be working out in the wheat fields with his shirt tossed to the side. All that kept his chest hidden from the elements was the white tank top undershirt he had been wearing. The sun had made it warm, and the hard labor he had exerted in work on building a yaim that was worthy of his family had caused his body to break out in a sweat. He needed to cool off, and as he drank from the cool water a fun thought crossed his mind.
"Mesh'la," he called toward the small shelter the family had been using along with the elderly widow who watched their young son, Valen. His voice called out a couple more times as he got to work packing up his gear for the time being.
Aden replaced the lid on the canteen he'd been drinking it from and tossed it onto the shirt which was next to the pile of tools and equipment he had been using. He wished Mesh'la's uncle had been there to help as the goran was rather good with a hammer. Aden was decent, but most of his skill revolved around hitting rats from 500 meters with a high powered sniper rifle. Most of what he knew about farming had come from Mesh'la and her family.
"Mesh'la, grab the truck and let's find that river. If I don't take a break you're gonna have a patient instead of a riduur."
Despite the fact Mesh'la had broken their riduurok, Aden carried on as though it had never happened. He never insisted she let him touch her or demand they share a bed once more, but he simply had no room in his mind for the fact they were not going to make it work. Aden had messed up, bur he was always the optimist. Maybe finding the river was a little selfish as well. They had never replaced their fishing spot, and if Aden was honest, that was where they had fallen for each other. Another place was what they needed, and he was going to get one for them.
[member="Mesh'la Dral"]
"Mesh'la," he called toward the small shelter the family had been using along with the elderly widow who watched their young son, Valen. His voice called out a couple more times as he got to work packing up his gear for the time being.
Aden replaced the lid on the canteen he'd been drinking it from and tossed it onto the shirt which was next to the pile of tools and equipment he had been using. He wished Mesh'la's uncle had been there to help as the goran was rather good with a hammer. Aden was decent, but most of his skill revolved around hitting rats from 500 meters with a high powered sniper rifle. Most of what he knew about farming had come from Mesh'la and her family.
"Mesh'la, grab the truck and let's find that river. If I don't take a break you're gonna have a patient instead of a riduur."
Despite the fact Mesh'la had broken their riduurok, Aden carried on as though it had never happened. He never insisted she let him touch her or demand they share a bed once more, but he simply had no room in his mind for the fact they were not going to make it work. Aden had messed up, bur he was always the optimist. Maybe finding the river was a little selfish as well. They had never replaced their fishing spot, and if Aden was honest, that was where they had fallen for each other. Another place was what they needed, and he was going to get one for them.
[member="Mesh'la Dral"]