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Room 420; Saturday Morning [01/19].
Jan. 19th, 2019 10:51 amSidon was not, contrary to what some others might be thinking, making his way through the plumbing to get to other parts of the dorms. Not yet, anyway, because he was dealing with quite a bit of a different, seemingly insurmountable task at the moment.
He was, typically, a very large Zora who slept in a fittingly large tank, which posed no problems and was truly one of the more reasonable solutions to his life here on the land. Today, however, he was, in fact, a very small Zora in a now absurdly large tank, and he was feeling increadibly glad that he, at least, was an exceptional swimmer.
There was some concern, naturally, for his current diminished state, but those concerns may have been set aside slightly for a while because it was decidely winter outside the dorms right now, and he was not likely to get a chance to enjoy such open and free swimming for a while now. And while he swam, he thought, considering the dilemma this whole shunken self business might cause and what he might need to do about it, if anything, and, most importantly, if others were afflicted as well.
And since Paris's helpfulness was at times...unpredictable, he needed to think of something, but first! He needed to get out of his tank. He'd managed to get himself to the edge with incredible ease, still able to leap the now towering gap between water and edge as easily as leaping out of any body of water, and he landed with perfect balance and grace on the thankfully thick width of the strong glass, but then there was the staggering height that seperated the top of the tank with the floor.
Sure, Sidon had made many death-defying leaps from various mountains and cliffs before, but that was often straight into the water, which was an entirely different matter. He had leaped down to solid ground before as well, but the distance was not nearly so great and the floor, as he thought about it, seemed....terribly firm and solid, really.
He supposed, maybe, if he'd attempted to scale down the side with the filtration apparatus? But then what once he'd actually made it down? It was truly a conundrum, one that made him wonder if, for now, he should just go back to enjoying all the space afforded to him by his tank right now.
[[ closed door, but open poooost ]]
He was, typically, a very large Zora who slept in a fittingly large tank, which posed no problems and was truly one of the more reasonable solutions to his life here on the land. Today, however, he was, in fact, a very small Zora in a now absurdly large tank, and he was feeling increadibly glad that he, at least, was an exceptional swimmer.
There was some concern, naturally, for his current diminished state, but those concerns may have been set aside slightly for a while because it was decidely winter outside the dorms right now, and he was not likely to get a chance to enjoy such open and free swimming for a while now. And while he swam, he thought, considering the dilemma this whole shunken self business might cause and what he might need to do about it, if anything, and, most importantly, if others were afflicted as well.
And since Paris's helpfulness was at times...unpredictable, he needed to think of something, but first! He needed to get out of his tank. He'd managed to get himself to the edge with incredible ease, still able to leap the now towering gap between water and edge as easily as leaping out of any body of water, and he landed with perfect balance and grace on the thankfully thick width of the strong glass, but then there was the staggering height that seperated the top of the tank with the floor.
Sure, Sidon had made many death-defying leaps from various mountains and cliffs before, but that was often straight into the water, which was an entirely different matter. He had leaped down to solid ground before as well, but the distance was not nearly so great and the floor, as he thought about it, seemed....terribly firm and solid, really.
He supposed, maybe, if he'd attempted to scale down the side with the filtration apparatus? But then what once he'd actually made it down? It was truly a conundrum, one that made him wonder if, for now, he should just go back to enjoying all the space afforded to him by his tank right now.
[[ closed door, but open poooost ]]
