Desolate thoughts

N/A · 11-30-2014, 05:52 PM

Time under the burning sun had gone unnoticed to Hercules, too busy with his little project to keep track. For all he knew, the boy could have been out here for any hour when in reality it was about four. Multiple holes dotted the landscape as evidence to the amount of time. Each one varying from shallow to deep, no two's depth matching, showing what he was out here looking for. Water. Well, more like experimenting. The young Olympus male wanted to know how much earth he would have to dig up before the ground grew damp, and once it was moist, then how much longer till he broke into a small pocket of substance that every creature needed? With the findings gathered so far, he wasn't able to discover any water from the simple digs which made him start to think that perhaps it wouldn't be possible. This land, it sucked up every last drop that was thrown at it, soaking deep into the earth where only plants with the longest and most determined roots could reach.

He was on his way to begin a new hole when the wind carried the scent of Helios, causing the boy to step away from his spot. Head turned to face the direction the aroma came from, fiery orange eyes looking up to his russet hued father. He remained in a calm and relaxed demeanor, dipping his head to the man and taking a small step towards him. "You need me pa?" He questioned, head tilting slightly to the right in curiosity. He was sure that the man wasn't just here to see what his son was up to, having more important pack matters to tend to. Of course Hercules didn't use this to say his father didn't care about him, it's just that he understood that even if he was with children, small chit chats could be saved for a less busy hour.

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