Still seated, Roelon leans back, extending his arms behind him for support. He closes his eyes tightly, and draws in a deep breath.
After a moment, he exhales, shakes his head, and stands. He reaches down toward the blanket he was sitting on, as if it pick it up.
In a calm tone, low and coarse, he speaks - as if to himself, "What am I doing with no more than a few trees to keep me company...This is a waste of time."
After a moment, he exhales, shakes his head, and stands. He reaches down toward the blanket he was sitting on, as if it pick it up.
In a calm tone, low and coarse, he speaks - as if to himself, "What am I doing with no more than a few trees to keep me company...This is a waste of time."
