Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2023 0:01:55 GMT -5
[ OPEN for any Cambrian, takes place after arrival and just before seasons change ]
Warren had never been happier to step foot off of Nevermeran property. That accursed ship had seemed to move drastically with every mild wave that splashed against its hull. Two times before he had been in Cambria, but then he'd been a younger man. The seasickness, though it had effected him then, had not been nearly as bad. Now that he was older and spoiled by years of solid ground under his boots, it seemed to have gotten worse. He had half a mind to send a letter to the Captain Commander, informing him that unlike the rest of the soldiers, when he returned he would be doing so by horse.
As soon as he was back on such solid ground, he found a seat and took it. He leaned back and for a good while, rested and allowed his stomach to settle. He watched the back and forth of the soldiers, carrying supplies to the storage and barracks that had long since been built for the occupying Nevermeran military. It helped kick him back into gear, and then he was rolling his sleeves up and heading back to that damned boat to help move the supplies.
As the afternoon waned, nearing suppertime, Warren left the remainder of the work to the soldiers once more in, instead deciding to take a walk around the village and re-familiarize himself with it. As he walked by or met the eyes of Cambrians, he would give them a polite nod but otherwise focused on his surroundings. He wanted to be aware of his environment first and foremost. He would likely make many, many trips around the village over the coming days in an effort to draw out a map for himself but until then, he just wanted to look at it all.
Some of it he remembered, other things seemed new. Or, new to him, anyway. When he spotted a source of fresh source stored in the open, he felt for his water-skin and then waved a hand to the first Cambrian woman he saw in passing by. "Excuse me, ma'am, is it alright if I fill my water-skin here? I can't tell if it belongs to anyone specifically."
As soon as he was back on such solid ground, he found a seat and took it. He leaned back and for a good while, rested and allowed his stomach to settle. He watched the back and forth of the soldiers, carrying supplies to the storage and barracks that had long since been built for the occupying Nevermeran military. It helped kick him back into gear, and then he was rolling his sleeves up and heading back to that damned boat to help move the supplies.
As the afternoon waned, nearing suppertime, Warren left the remainder of the work to the soldiers once more in, instead deciding to take a walk around the village and re-familiarize himself with it. As he walked by or met the eyes of Cambrians, he would give them a polite nod but otherwise focused on his surroundings. He wanted to be aware of his environment first and foremost. He would likely make many, many trips around the village over the coming days in an effort to draw out a map for himself but until then, he just wanted to look at it all.
Some of it he remembered, other things seemed new. Or, new to him, anyway. When he spotted a source of fresh source stored in the open, he felt for his water-skin and then waved a hand to the first Cambrian woman he saw in passing by. "Excuse me, ma'am, is it alright if I fill my water-skin here? I can't tell if it belongs to anyone specifically."