The fact that Kane had basically switched his entire schedule to being nocturnal was both a blessing and an invonvenience. On one hand, he loved that there were less people around, less feelings and vibrations to deal with when it came to being around others. On the other hand, if he wanted to go out and explore, or do something, it was a bit harder to deal with. He either had to do it by the light of a glow, or torch if he was outside. Which is where he found himself that night. Kane wanted to climb the waterfall. Well, investigate it a bit, at least. Maybe not climb.
Standing on the shore right next to the cliff, Kane eyed the waterfall. He had a relatively bright glow in one hand, and was eyeing the cliff face thoughtfully. And then he went for it. He wanted to get behind the falls, see what was back there. Nevermind that it was autumn, it was getting colded at night, and if he ended up wet he could become that much more frigid. Oh no. Tucking the glow into a mesh satchel he had attached to his chest, it freed his hands, and he could see. Sort of. Grabbing the rock face, he started climbing out along the steep hillside, only a few ilms above the slightly choppy water.
His focus narrowed, he only paid attention to where his hands were going. Everything else was dark, other than the general Weyr lights around him. He could hear the waterfall steadily, slowly become louder. Above him, Boop and Bram swooped and chittered, and it made the man smile to hear them. His mind went blank. He reveled in the feel of his muscles starting to burn as he made his way, ilm by ilm. He could hear the fall starting to be more of a roar. Looking up, he saw the light glint off the falling waters, felt the mist hit his face, and he smiled.
And then he was falling. He ahd failed to really think of the fact that the mist made the rocks slick the closer one got, and he missed a hand hold. He felt his arm hit the cliff, felt his shirt sleeve rip. And he cursed silently in his head as he hit the water. A moment, and he surfaced again. With a scowl, he glared at the waterfall, then turned and tread water back to shore. By the time he reached it, his arm had a dull ache to it. Standing on the shore, he lifted the glow a bit to eye his arm, and saw the dark bloom of blood. ”Well, shit.” With a sigh, he headed for the Infirmary.
Arriving at the Infirmary, he glanced around, then caught a passing healer, ”Pardon, but where should I go for a cut?” He lifted his arm, the shredded sleeve falling down to reveal a disturbingly deep gash, the edges of it half-torn, half-sliced by the rocks, blood happily streaming out of it even as he dripped water all over the floor.