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Lilac-tea
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Rainn gently sets down the heavy boulder and wipes a streak of sweat off his brow. It has been three weeks since he has entered the modest mining village of Adem, a fairly grungy place that was nonetheless his safe haven. His green tunic shirt is drenched with more of his sticky sweat, a product of the harsh manual labor he must perform to make a living. Of course, his biggest expense would be good, but it it isn't truly necessary for survival. It might be better to eat square meals keep up appearances, however.
Rainn bends back down to his task, fearful of dallying too much lest he be reprimanded. The servos in his knees click and whirr, mimicking the pop of cracking joints. He toils the rest of the way up the incline the slopes away from the silver mine, heaving the stone into a scrap pile. Smiling wearily, he takes a step back and contacts loose gravel. His balance sensors are still unadjusted to hilly terrain, and he plunges down the side of the pile into the dense woods. He tumbles for seconds that seem to stretch on for days before smacking into a crag beside a crooked tree. Metal jams against the delicate wires in his brain, which promptly reboots to preserve his memories. Rainn sighs softly as his marbled hazel eyes swing shut.
Rainn bends back down to his task, fearful of dallying too much lest he be reprimanded. The servos in his knees click and whirr, mimicking the pop of cracking joints. He toils the rest of the way up the incline the slopes away from the silver mine, heaving the stone into a scrap pile. Smiling wearily, he takes a step back and contacts loose gravel. His balance sensors are still unadjusted to hilly terrain, and he plunges down the side of the pile into the dense woods. He tumbles for seconds that seem to stretch on for days before smacking into a crag beside a crooked tree. Metal jams against the delicate wires in his brain, which promptly reboots to preserve his memories. Rainn sighs softly as his marbled hazel eyes swing shut.