Prince Dastan ◊ 003
Who: Prince Dastan and anyone walking on him
Where: Lake Meridian
Style: Starts in third but either is good with me
Status: Open again!
Over two weeks had passed since he had first arrived in this world and as much as it was hard to admit, Dastan was already adapting well to his new surroundings. A few acquaintances had been made, fragile friendly bonds had slowly started to grow. The Prince still missed his family and the Princess that had traveled around the Empire with him, but the Persian was not yet ready to mourn them. Perhaps it was out of pride, or simply out of the naive thought that if he did, it would mean letting go of them forever. He couldn't have that, not in a million years.
But it didn't deter him from building a new life in this strange world. Strange and new, but as much as a novelty it was, some habits die hard. Not finding any fountains other than the one in the middle of the village, Dastan had taken to bathe in the only lake he had come across. He had been told after all that his state didn't look quite good and while summer showers could wash away so much sand and grit, a good swim in the lake was the best way to get clean.
His clothes were drying on a rope by the shore and as he stood in the waters, letting them cover his lower body, he was working on the hard task of untangling the thick locks on his head.
Where: Lake Meridian
Style: Starts in third but either is good with me
Status: Open again!
Over two weeks had passed since he had first arrived in this world and as much as it was hard to admit, Dastan was already adapting well to his new surroundings. A few acquaintances had been made, fragile friendly bonds had slowly started to grow. The Prince still missed his family and the Princess that had traveled around the Empire with him, but the Persian was not yet ready to mourn them. Perhaps it was out of pride, or simply out of the naive thought that if he did, it would mean letting go of them forever. He couldn't have that, not in a million years.
But it didn't deter him from building a new life in this strange world. Strange and new, but as much as a novelty it was, some habits die hard. Not finding any fountains other than the one in the middle of the village, Dastan had taken to bathe in the only lake he had come across. He had been told after all that his state didn't look quite good and while summer showers could wash away so much sand and grit, a good swim in the lake was the best way to get clean.
His clothes were drying on a rope by the shore and as he stood in the waters, letting them cover his lower body, he was working on the hard task of untangling the thick locks on his head.