A swirl of dust passes over the male Hyur as he lies partially on dirt and the other half being a worn sleep-sack. His face slightly winces and twitches at the offending trail of dirt, though still not yet disturbed enough to wake up—then the glaring amber rays of the rising sun began their assault. His body rolls over in staunch defiance of the oncoming wave of morning. Unfortunately, his valiant effort to hold back the barrage of lux was made in vain. A defeated groan was let loose as he surrenders to the morning before he staggers upwards onto his feet.
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      “I yield. I yield. Just…enough with the rising,†he mutters while his hands dust off the sand that clung to his clothes, “wait.†He pauses in half-motion with eyes that dart rapidly left to right as if trying to remember something. Then he remembered. Tobias rips off into a dash towards the bottom of the waterfall nearby, grabbing his pack and stripping away the articles of clothing as he gets closer towards the water in each step, leaving a short trail behind him before he dives into the half-expectedly cold water. The unexpected half was the glorious sensation of icicles stabbing into his flesh simultaneously after he underestimates how icy the water would be.
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“You’re late!†the blonde haired, blue eyed Hyur protests.
“Thank you, I know.†the glistening haired Hyur responds flatly.
“Wait, are you wet?â€
“My clothes are just damp…â€
“Why are you wet?â€
“Can you please tell me where I need to move the ca—“ Tobias gets cut-off before he can retort.
“You’re dripping everywhere!â€
“I have yet to remove the excess water from my hai—“
“But your clothes!â€
“I told you they are merely damp. Slightly so at that. Further, we are in the desert, I think it is safe to believe they will dry before l—“
“Did you have a run in with a Water Sprite?†Blondie-Blue chuckles at his own joke, to which Tobias responds with a raised brow that accentuates an already unamused expression. The driver clears his throat, “Right then, you can start moving those crates. There’s just a few left, I loaded most of them already. We leave in a bit.â€
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      The Hyur sets off to finish what the driver started, but as he begins to make his way over to the cargo, he hears the nervous chuckle of a young woman. Eyes the color of dark charcoal rest on the sight of Kiearia. If she were to catch his gaze, their eyes would meet and linger for a moment before a small smile would be presented to the Miqo'te girl. Either way, Tobias, with strands still moist and the color of a raven’s feather, would go back to the task at hand.
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      “I yield. I yield. Just…enough with the rising,†he mutters while his hands dust off the sand that clung to his clothes, “wait.†He pauses in half-motion with eyes that dart rapidly left to right as if trying to remember something. Then he remembered. Tobias rips off into a dash towards the bottom of the waterfall nearby, grabbing his pack and stripping away the articles of clothing as he gets closer towards the water in each step, leaving a short trail behind him before he dives into the half-expectedly cold water. The unexpected half was the glorious sensation of icicles stabbing into his flesh simultaneously after he underestimates how icy the water would be.
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“You’re late!†the blonde haired, blue eyed Hyur protests.
“Thank you, I know.†the glistening haired Hyur responds flatly.
“Wait, are you wet?â€
“My clothes are just damp…â€
“Why are you wet?â€
“Can you please tell me where I need to move the ca—“ Tobias gets cut-off before he can retort.
“You’re dripping everywhere!â€
“I have yet to remove the excess water from my hai—“
“But your clothes!â€
“I told you they are merely damp. Slightly so at that. Further, we are in the desert, I think it is safe to believe they will dry before l—“
“Did you have a run in with a Water Sprite?†Blondie-Blue chuckles at his own joke, to which Tobias responds with a raised brow that accentuates an already unamused expression. The driver clears his throat, “Right then, you can start moving those crates. There’s just a few left, I loaded most of them already. We leave in a bit.â€
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      The Hyur sets off to finish what the driver started, but as he begins to make his way over to the cargo, he hears the nervous chuckle of a young woman. Eyes the color of dark charcoal rest on the sight of Kiearia. If she were to catch his gaze, their eyes would meet and linger for a moment before a small smile would be presented to the Miqo'te girl. Either way, Tobias, with strands still moist and the color of a raven’s feather, would go back to the task at hand.
