Post by tovaana on Aug 31, 2020 23:57:06 GMT -5
Treyvin;
The emotions around him sometime felt like whispers – so many that they blurred together in a way that he couldn’t understand them. It’s how they felt when he worked, it was one of the ways he could go through his day and let everything else fade to the background while he focused on work. It also helped when he focused on the small details of what he was doing; the texture of the rough rope in his hands that were raw from handling them all morning. The way his new muscles responded as he pulled on the rope to make knots around crates of goods. At least the sun no longer stretched through the cave, leaving shade and the salty ocean breeze to cool off his damp face from the strenuous work.
He picked up one of the crates that he could manage on his own and paused, glancing at he boats that lined the cave. There was a surge of emotion from a few of the boats – both with anticipation (probably coming from a boat about to leave the dock) and sadness (nothing overwhelmingly so, but he assumed it was from saying goodbye to friends). It was nothing new, but any feelings that were synchronized caught his attention. He watched them for a moment, before shifting the box in his hands and promptly hefted it onto the cargo boat he'd been directed to. He did a few more chores on the boat, waiting for the emotions in the cave to calm down before going for the other crates. There were less echoes in the cave, which made the background noise audibly and emotionally both quieter as he worked.
Treyvin went back and grabbed another of the smaller crates. The rest he’d need to ask help, but he always left teamwork for last. He let his mind become numb once more to the noise around him, tuning out as he walked the dock past the place where one of the boats had left from.
Zen