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Jun. 9th, 2018 10:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
golden_lyreAfter his last meal at the bar, Orpheus thought that perhaps Sinric was right. That he did need some rest of the more traditional sort, so he went through his door, back to his boat to sail a little while longer.
He hadn't expected to be gone for more than a week, but it's much longer than that when his boat, without him guiding it there, sails its way into the Caribbean Inlet. Orpheus guides it in until he can drop anchor and swims his way to the shore. (He wears shorts. Just in case.)
He knows where he is, of course, but he's in no rush to go inside, so he lays on his back on the beach with his eyes closed and soaks in the sun, singing a quiet tune of gratitude for light and warmth.
He hadn't expected to be gone for more than a week, but it's much longer than that when his boat, without him guiding it there, sails its way into the Caribbean Inlet. Orpheus guides it in until he can drop anchor and swims his way to the shore. (He wears shorts. Just in case.)
He knows where he is, of course, but he's in no rush to go inside, so he lays on his back on the beach with his eyes closed and soaks in the sun, singing a quiet tune of gratitude for light and warmth.
