Journal Entry 175 / 0696 I miss details sometimes.Journal Entry 175 / 0696 I miss details sometimes. In fact, I tend to miss big things. Lying as I was on the beach, a towel separating me from the sand and another to protect my head from the rock I used to prop myself up, a book in by hands, I'm willing to believe that if Shardik Castle suddenly vanished, I might not notice until I tried to get home and take a shower Even noise gets filtered out of my attention. About the only thing I notice to any great degree is physical intervention. In other words, waving and shouting won't do. Someone who wants my attention is best served by kicking me. It's hard to ignore having a rope dropped on one's feet, however. Seeing as I had retreated under the outcropping of rock along the northelom side of the bowl to shade my eyes from the blazing sun always overhead, I was lying half-in and half-out of the sun. A pair of nylon ropes, one bright blue and the other a similar bright red, suddenly dropped on my feet. I peeked out from under my protective shelter just in time to watch two bodies descending at me at high velocity. "Ack!" I ducked back under the rock. Making a soft whizzing sound as they descended, the two rapellers landed on the sand and detached from their ropes. I recognized one of them. "Aaden!" "Ken! Sorry, didn't mean to land on you like that. But it's one of the more vertical places along the bowl." "Aaden?" the other male said. "I'm really hot." "Then go dive in the water and cool off, Khai. If you feel a cramp coming on, get out and shout to me if you feel like you're going to be in trouble." "Okay." "Dave?" Aaden asked the empty air. "Buddy him." "I will," Dave's voice returned from equally empty air. I watched the young mel Aaden had identified as 'Khai' strip off his shirt, shorts and boots with enthusiasm and head towards the water, diving in with a shout. |