RONIN
The Longheat days got longer and hotter, and Ronin began to resent the name of the season for being so damned accurate. Still, he was nowhere near up to top form again yet, and so he had taken himself out to the Stonesong to train and (hopefully) keep cool at the same time. This particular stretch of the river was notorious for its quick current, and Ronin was learning firsthand just how powerful it could be.
He had taken refuge (aka crashed into) one of the large, smooth stones that jutted out of the water and sang with the ebbs and flows, catching his breath and sweeping wet hair out of his face. Already lightly tanned from catching the sun - ingenious, yes, and he felt it - he would undoubtedly be even more so by the time the river was done with him.
Feeling that he had taken too long a break already, the ex-captain swam back out into the middle of the current, swimming hard against it in an attempt to keep himself relative to the riverbank where he'd entered the waters. So far, so... average.
He had taken refuge (aka crashed into) one of the large, smooth stones that jutted out of the water and sang with the ebbs and flows, catching his breath and sweeping wet hair out of his face. Already lightly tanned from catching the sun - ingenious, yes, and he felt it - he would undoubtedly be even more so by the time the river was done with him.
Feeling that he had taken too long a break already, the ex-captain swam back out into the middle of the current, swimming hard against it in an attempt to keep himself relative to the riverbank where he'd entered the waters. So far, so... average.
a star in someone else's sky
