[ Fishing really is boring, at least the way Tyr does it. It shouldn't be a surprise that he's propped the pole between a few rocks and decided to curl up in the grass and dirt to rest.
Right now, though, the sleep doesn't appear to be restful. His hands, tucked close to his body, are almost in fists and his face is scrunched up like he's just smelled something foul. Every now and then he mumbles something which may or may not be intelligible or even actual words. ]
nightmare
Right now, though, the sleep doesn't appear to be restful. His hands, tucked close to his body, are almost in fists and his face is scrunched up like he's just smelled something foul. Every now and then he mumbles something which may or may not be intelligible or even actual words. ]