Relku grimaced when a little blue flit landed on his shoulder and stuck its face right into his, and impatiently shooed it away. "Could you not, please? It's too hot." It was hot, and rather sticky, and having just finished his chores, Relku was tired, tired of being hot, and as a result a touch on the cranky side. And certainly didn't feel like having a firelizard in his face, even if said flit was his own. Rainfall obliged, at least, and set to circling lazily above him instead. "Thanks."

The Candidate pushed his sweaty hair out of his face and eyed the lake, tempted. He had time before dinner, and it wasn't like he wouldn't have to change regardless. Something about the lake seemed much more inviting than just a bath, in this particular instance.

Tsunake