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feet and looked up at the sky. It was late afternoon , and they would be starting soon. He needed to hurry if he was going to get this done.
He crossed their wide camp. T hey had spread out, each trying to find a cool place to lie down. Heather had the watch and she sat on a small rock mound.
Heather nodded as Flare approached. “You look like hell,” she said.
Flare grinned. “I know. It’s miserably hot, isn’t it?” She only nodded and he continued, “Where’s the closest water?”
Heather pointed west. “There’s a small stream that way, about a hundred yards, but if you want to bathe, I suggest going that way,” she said, pointing north. “There’s a bigger stream,” she shrugged, “about a quarter mile.”
“Thanks,” Flare said , and he headed north.
Flare reached the small stream less than ten minutes later. Looking out over the stream, he began to worry that there might not be enough water to suit his purposes. Getting to Sha’al should be fairly simple; all he had to do was to completely submerge himself in the water. The problem was that, although the stream was a good ten feet across, the depth looked like it would only come halfway to his knee.
Flare stripped down to his small clothes and stepped out into the slow-moving water. He had been correct in his guess about the depth of the water, so he sloshed around trying to find a depression or hole. After a few moments searching, he found a shallow depression, but the water barely reached his knees.
Figuring this was the best he could hope for, Flare sat down in the water. The water was cold , but it felt good due to the heat of the day. He closed his eyes and lay back, feeling the water wash over him.
He lay there with his eyes closed, just enjoying the cool water on his body. The buoyancy of the water caused him to bounce against the bottom several times , but he didn’t mind.
After several moments, he felt the need for air. With his eyes still closed, he let his body sink, intending to push off of the bottom of the stream, but the stream bottom was gone.
Flare’s eyes flew open, and he frantically looked around at the much deeper water. There was a frantic stretch where he didn’t know which way was up, but then he calmed himself and swam toward where the bright sun could be seen through the water.
He broke through the surface and gasped for air, the panic not quite all gone. He wiped the water from his eyes and looked around. This was his third time in Sha’al, and each time he had arrived in a different place. The first time had been a lake between large mountains, and the second trip he had been in a slow moving stream. This time he was in a small body of water, no more than twenty yards across. He glanced around and realized just how clear the water was and that it was very deep. A spring, perhaps? he thought.
Flare swam over to the edge and pulled himself out. The water was cold, and now he stood shivering on the bank. It was strange, it had been a hot summer day in Telur but here it felt like a cool spring morning. A breeze began blowing, and he suddenly wished he had worn more clothes into the water.
P ine and cypress trees were scattered around, but there was a lot of open space between them. The ground was generally flat, and the trees grew denser off to the east and north. A thick grass grew everywhere and came up over his ankles.
With no obvious sign as to which way to go, Flare reached out with his spirit, searching for the master’s presence. He found it almost immediately, off to the southwest.
Still shivering in the breeze, he began to jog. He hoped the exercise would warm him up a bit.
It didn’t take long and the pine trees began to thin and then he emerged into a wide open meadow, the far side being maybe a half a mile away. The southern end was covered with bright wildflowers and gave the meadow a picturesque feeling. The thick grass was even thicker and taller through the rest of the meadow. The pine
He crossed their wide camp. T hey had spread out, each trying to find a cool place to lie down. Heather had the watch and she sat on a small rock mound.
Heather nodded as Flare approached. “You look like hell,” she said.
Flare grinned. “I know. It’s miserably hot, isn’t it?” She only nodded and he continued, “Where’s the closest water?”
Heather pointed west. “There’s a small stream that way, about a hundred yards, but if you want to bathe, I suggest going that way,” she said, pointing north. “There’s a bigger stream,” she shrugged, “about a quarter mile.”
“Thanks,” Flare said , and he headed north.
Flare reached the small stream less than ten minutes later. Looking out over the stream, he began to worry that there might not be enough water to suit his purposes. Getting to Sha’al should be fairly simple; all he had to do was to completely submerge himself in the water. The problem was that, although the stream was a good ten feet across, the depth looked like it would only come halfway to his knee.
Flare stripped down to his small clothes and stepped out into the slow-moving water. He had been correct in his guess about the depth of the water, so he sloshed around trying to find a depression or hole. After a few moments searching, he found a shallow depression, but the water barely reached his knees.
Figuring this was the best he could hope for, Flare sat down in the water. The water was cold , but it felt good due to the heat of the day. He closed his eyes and lay back, feeling the water wash over him.
He lay there with his eyes closed, just enjoying the cool water on his body. The buoyancy of the water caused him to bounce against the bottom several times , but he didn’t mind.
After several moments, he felt the need for air. With his eyes still closed, he let his body sink, intending to push off of the bottom of the stream, but the stream bottom was gone.
Flare’s eyes flew open, and he frantically looked around at the much deeper water. There was a frantic stretch where he didn’t know which way was up, but then he calmed himself and swam toward where the bright sun could be seen through the water.
He broke through the surface and gasped for air, the panic not quite all gone. He wiped the water from his eyes and looked around. This was his third time in Sha’al, and each time he had arrived in a different place. The first time had been a lake between large mountains, and the second trip he had been in a slow moving stream. This time he was in a small body of water, no more than twenty yards across. He glanced around and realized just how clear the water was and that it was very deep. A spring, perhaps? he thought.
Flare swam over to the edge and pulled himself out. The water was cold, and now he stood shivering on the bank. It was strange, it had been a hot summer day in Telur but here it felt like a cool spring morning. A breeze began blowing, and he suddenly wished he had worn more clothes into the water.
P ine and cypress trees were scattered around, but there was a lot of open space between them. The ground was generally flat, and the trees grew denser off to the east and north. A thick grass grew everywhere and came up over his ankles.
With no obvious sign as to which way to go, Flare reached out with his spirit, searching for the master’s presence. He found it almost immediately, off to the southwest.
Still shivering in the breeze, he began to jog. He hoped the exercise would warm him up a bit.
It didn’t take long and the pine trees began to thin and then he emerged into a wide open meadow, the far side being maybe a half a mile away. The southern end was covered with bright wildflowers and gave the meadow a picturesque feeling. The thick grass was even thicker and taller through the rest of the meadow. The pine
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