02-24-2016, 01:09 PM
Castor woke to the sound of Dalton's voice. He hadn't been woken in that manner since he was a child. He could immediately sense that it had not been a full night's sleep. Opening his eyes, he could see that the sun had not even risen yet. No matter. He was used to a variable sleep schedule.
He stood, stretching his back and neck. Clumped pieces of cloth against a crate was not the best bed. He carefully wrapped the strips of cloth around his head and neck before approaching the waking group. He pulled out a small pouch of dried fruit and began gnawing on a piece.
He agreed with the man's sentiments, also anxious to get started. He realized he knew no one's names except for Dalton and Casanov. There hadn't yet been an opportunity. He would have to change that.
He stood, stretching his back and neck. Clumped pieces of cloth against a crate was not the best bed. He carefully wrapped the strips of cloth around his head and neck before approaching the waking group. He pulled out a small pouch of dried fruit and began gnawing on a piece.
He agreed with the man's sentiments, also anxious to get started. He realized he knew no one's names except for Dalton and Casanov. There hadn't yet been an opportunity. He would have to change that.