Meeting At Last
Isfet really didn’t feel like he was making any progress at all. But hey! Apparently drinking blood from squirrels? …It was about as shitty as he’d anticipated. So that was a fun bit of validation.
Even though it was hot, he’d put his jacket on and turned its collar up, just to waste less energy on steeling himself from the sun. This evening was cooler at least than yesterday. Again with the shitty summer afternoons lasting forever, but at least his wakeup timing was better today. Sun lower in the sky, and if he hazarded a (nearly blinding) glance upward he could get a faint hint of the orange that would be taking over the sky soon. Maybe he’d figure out how to appreciate it again someday.
The world reminded him not to let his mind wander too much, though, when he nearly faceplanted stumbling over a tree root underfoot. He barely caught himself, luckily, but it kept his eyes focused downward for the next few minutes to keep it from happening again. Last thing he needed was to break a damn leg or something...
