It was a beautiful Longheat day, if you didn't mind the mugginess.
Tal, surprising no one, absolutely did mind it, and his frequent vocal complaints were a constant low-grade litany under his breath as he slogged through the sand along the shoreline with an empty box under one arm as he forged along the coast from Kaiholo. His bare brown feet were occasionally dampened by the surf rushing up onto shore, since he'd figured out that the wet sand was the firmest, and his footprints were swiftly washed away behind him as he traveled.
'Stylish' was not a term usually applied to the courier - not without Koa or Alys's help, at least - so he lacked the colorful flair that most Torchers sported. A lightweight linen shirt hung half-unbuttoned from his lean shoulders over plain brown trousers rolled up to the knees as a concession to the gentle waves he sometimes splashed through. A pair of smoked goggles covered his eyes to protect them from the sunglare off the water, but they didn't save him from the sight of... someone standing knee-deep in the water a little ways from shore.
He didn't trip into the surf, but Tal did stumble over a piece of driftwood while he was busy squinting in bafflement at the... man?? with a swimsuit or something on his... head???
"Ow! What th'hail...?" he muttered, hopping on one foot while trying to rub his stubbed toes and not drop the box at the same time.
It was going as well as you might expect.
Tal, surprising no one, absolutely did mind it, and his frequent vocal complaints were a constant low-grade litany under his breath as he slogged through the sand along the shoreline with an empty box under one arm as he forged along the coast from Kaiholo. His bare brown feet were occasionally dampened by the surf rushing up onto shore, since he'd figured out that the wet sand was the firmest, and his footprints were swiftly washed away behind him as he traveled.
'Stylish' was not a term usually applied to the courier - not without Koa or Alys's help, at least - so he lacked the colorful flair that most Torchers sported. A lightweight linen shirt hung half-unbuttoned from his lean shoulders over plain brown trousers rolled up to the knees as a concession to the gentle waves he sometimes splashed through. A pair of smoked goggles covered his eyes to protect them from the sunglare off the water, but they didn't save him from the sight of... someone standing knee-deep in the water a little ways from shore.
He didn't trip into the surf, but Tal did stumble over a piece of driftwood while he was busy squinting in bafflement at the... man?? with a swimsuit or something on his... head???
"Ow! What th'hail...?" he muttered, hopping on one foot while trying to rub his stubbed toes and not drop the box at the same time.
It was going as well as you might expect.
