"Sleep," he agrees. One last kiss, which he's got to twist to plant on her, whatever part of her he can get to--but he does, gladly. And then he does sleep.
The next morning is for chores, and breakfast, and chores after that--a nap in the afternoon, when the sun is highest and the hottest, no sense in trying to do anything when it's like that out, and when you're in Antiva, you might as well act like it--but in the afternoon, Darras gets out their little boat and they sail out into the cove, just where it turns to ocean.
This, in a way, is also a chore. Someone's got to catch their dinner--that's what Darras says to Yseult, as he casts his line out and holds one hand out for the bottle of rum they've brought along. Encouragement.
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Date: 2022-07-08 09:54 pm (UTC)The next morning is for chores, and breakfast, and chores after that--a nap in the afternoon, when the sun is highest and the hottest, no sense in trying to do anything when it's like that out, and when you're in Antiva, you might as well act like it--but in the afternoon, Darras gets out their little boat and they sail out into the cove, just where it turns to ocean.
This, in a way, is also a chore. Someone's got to catch their dinner--that's what Darras says to Yseult, as he casts his line out and holds one hand out for the bottle of rum they've brought along. Encouragement.