Season: Mid Spring
Time of Day: Afternoon
Even in the height of Spring, Summer was already making itself known. Sigoryn found out about as much when she took a run on her rest day. Rather than descend the cliffside, she opted for a languid jog for the Weyr Lakes. She thought she would make it fine enough, but by the time she reached the shores, she had gone through her entire skin of water with her body begging for more. She could wring no even a single drop from it as she walked in exhaustion to the log that rested along the shoreline, and settled down with a huff of exhaustion. Every inch of her beaded with sweat, from her brow to her toes, while rivulet trickled down along her spine, and pools gathered under her breasts, across her belly, and in the pit of her arms.
It was the humidity that did it, a wall of moisture that felt like it bore oppressively upon her shoulders. It felt as if she bore twenty pounds of weight when she carried nothing but the skin at her side.
Should she drink from the lake? She supposed it was clean enough, though it went against the grain of what she had been taught as a child. One never knew what had died upstream, and nearly everyone knew how fettered water was a wonderful way of dying a miserable death. No... she would skip the risk of dysentery. But where could she find clean water?
With a glance cast about, she caught sight of a man not far up the beach from her. Maybe he had a skin he would be willing to share? The runner found the strength to pull herself back to her feet, and all for the promise of water. Even if it was just a small squeeze from a warm skin, anything was better than nothing, well... almost nothing.
"Oye!" she called out to the man in hopes she would gain his attention rather than be shrugged off. "Ye wouldn't happen tae have a skin o' water A could have a wee sip from?" Hopefully, he would not ignore her.