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Karal stumbled out of the cabin. His head was pounding, his stomach was rolling, and his mouth felt as it had been stuffed full of cotton. It was not a good morning.

He collapsed in a little heap of misery next to the campfire and tried to hide from everything in the world that made noise. Including the sun. No, the sun can't actually make noise. Yet there he was, huddling in the cabin's shadow.

"Oh, Sunlord. I will never drink again." It was a fervent vow, and to it he added a silent wish for willowbark tea.

Your first hangover is always a startlingly memorable experience.

[ooc: very open, yes!]

He'd been warned about gremlins and monsters and all manner of strangeness. Pity no one had thought to warn Karal about the weather. If they had, he might have done something besides watch in fascination as the snowflake slowly drifted out of the sky and landed on the tip of his nose.

He blinked, wrinkling his nose as it dissolved, then wrinkled it further as he looked down at his robes. Why was he wearing such plain ones? They were just not appropriate at all for a priest of his caliber. He was the Envoy, for Sunlord's sake, not some secretary, and marked as the favoured of Vkandis by his possession of a Firecat.

This just would not do.

He managed to find a more formal set - with not nearly enough in the way of jewels and gilt, but the best that was available - and made his dignified way to sit outside, perched on the tallest rock he could find, robes arranged with great care, where the poor, unenlightened of this place could seek out his wisdom and munificence.

[ooc: yeah...open! If you like! Please, don't hit him, even if he acts like an ass!]

Karal was lying on his back, staring up into the sky, arms folded under his head. The star map he'd been given in class was spread out on the ground nearby, and Altra was standing over it.

"Which one next?"

Altra peered at the map, then up into the sky. :Hmm, try for Hercules.:

"All right." After several minutes scanning, he pointed. "There."



Karal smiled at the praise. "Altra, do you think our stars are other worlds? Or are they simply lights in the night?"



He really hadn't expected an answer. His world hadn't yet found a collective name for itself; in no way was it ready for the idea of stars as other worlds, looking down on them. "Cygnus is there," he said, pointing once more.

It was cool and dark, though there was faint illumination from the cabins, hopefully enough they wouldn't be tripped over should anyone come wandering by, and he felt calm, almost peaceful, out here in the night.

[ooc: open if you'd like. Karal is talking quietly, but not so much so that he couldn't be overheard.]

Karal's day had started with a naked girl naked people. Or his yesterday had ended with naked people. Granted, they hadn't been truly naked, but either way it had still been a bit of a shock.

So when he went into the common area to make tea and discovered the light switches and water heating device weren't working, he barely batted an eye. Gathering the largest metal pot he could find, he filled it with water and took it, the tea, and a mug outside, Altra trotting behind him.

He'd had enough experience, mornings in the Cloister when he'd woken deliberately early, that he knew how to do this. Build a fire, leave a semi-circle for the pot, and soon the water was bubbling away.

With a mug of tea, a rock to lean against, and a 'cat lying across his legs, purring loudly, it wasn't a bad morning.

[ooc: open to all! He will happily share tea!]