In Hot Waters [Nine]

[GalaxyMir]

Wi'rad found peace to be a hard element to grasp for a rider living in Semaca. Between the constant threat of spotties and incompetent riders, stress quickly became one's best friend. Fortunately for Wi'rad, things seemed to be steering in the right way, the southern weyr being somewhat danger free as of late. For Wi'rad, bath times were relaxation times, having to force himself to tune out of work as he entered the steamy room that evening.

Wi'rad undressed quickly, not intending to spend more time than necessary in there. Leaving everything in a scattered pile near the pool edges he entered the water. The greenrider sighed as he settled in the hot water, winter battered skin warming up while he looked around the steam covered bathing pools. Wi'rad's attention was drawn to another man's, of similar age he guessed however his looks sent him guessing older. "One eye, eh? Must be really hard to keep up with drills. You know, because you have one eye" he blurted before thinking twice about what he said.