Open RP, make into whatever you like.

Alijham lounged back into the water of the S'ren-ja river, it bubbling under his nose as he exhaled. He folded his arms behind his head and shut his eyes contently.

Ri'Zharim rides up to the river on his horse, bags packed full of goods. He dismounts the horse and guides it to the water to drink. Noticing Ali laying back in the water, Ri'Zharim became worried, until he noticed the bubbles coming up out from under Ali's nose. He starts to move around quietly as to not disturb Ali's well deserved rest.

Bhidul was out hunting, seeking meat for the town. He peered down the cliffside of the river where he had seen the two. Quickly, he slid down the side of the slope, dust was flung behind him as his boots scraped across the earth. He landed on the damp sand staring at Ali from a distance. He shrugged it off knowing Ali was a crazy bosmer after all. He climbed up one of the boulders and gracefully knelt down low and shifted his head so that he looked up at the sky that as blue as the seas he had just sailed on. He quickly forgot about everything and stared at the beautiful sky in awe.

Alijham opened one eye, followed by the other. He smiled, nostrils and ears twitching at the presence of the others. "Hello!" he exclaimed, not seeming to care one bit that he was lounging around completely cloth-less. "What gorgeous weather we're having today."

Ri'Zharim startled by Bhidul, jumped up and paused to stare at the khajiit. When he heard Ali speak.

he couldn't help but laugh as he says sarcastically "yes it is, this one was enjoying the peace"

His focus on the sky was broken, he jumped and fell off the boulder and rolled over his shoulders so he wouldn't hurt himself. He yelled out a curse in a different language, "Rah ruth nii!" He then dusted off his shoulders and eyed Ali who was unclothed, "Why in Oblivion are you taking a bath in this dirty sh- nevermind..." He sat himself on the ground and set the leather sack of animal meat to his side. At the same time he took a vial of blood, he downed it quickly and set the bottle away. He removed his blade and sat it on his lap, he traced his finger along it idly. He began silently singing a song it himself. He was a bit exhausted at the moment.

Alijham shrugged. "It's not a real bath, I bathe in a mineral cave and mineral caves only. I've just relaxing at the moment. What are you doing down here?"

"Peace?" he snorted. "No such thing."

He replied in an angry tone, "Hunting..." He put his sword away. He leaned back against the rock he recently fell off of, "Naariv feyfahliil ko osuliik lom... Heh..." He mumbled under his breath in the same tongue and chuckled. He sat staring at the sky again and loosing focus on the others.

"Must have been a bad hunting trip," he murmured, running a backhand through his hair.

He shot a quick look of anger at Ali. He simply went back into the trance of the admiring of the sky, he soon found himself asleep at the spot.

He rolled his eyes, readjusting his position. "And what's wrong with you?" He asked the sleeping khajiit.

He opened one eye that stared at Ali, "The fact he hunted after doing a day of fishing out at sea and singing the hell out of himself in the process, it was an okay day... But now, eh... It's fine..."

"Why work yourself like that if you don't seem to enjoy it?"

He shrugged, "A man must work... Whether he likes it or not..."

"I'm pretty sure hunting and fishing and singing isn't much work," he scoffed with a smile. "How old are you, Bhidul?"

He frowned under his helmet, "Twenty-three..."

He pursed his lips. "I thought so. What kind of work do you do exactly, hmm?"

"Marine work, Daedra slaying, fishing, a little bit of lutre playing and singing..." He picked up a small stone and tossed into the water out of boredom.

"And not just your normal fishing, but hard-labor, hauling nets from a ship in the sun."

"Ooh, that stuff. I'll say I was never much a fan of that. I do love being out at sea, though. My brother called me moamer boy sometimes groing up."

He shrugged, "it's fun at times..." His hand accidentally dipped in the lake water, he took his hand back not wanting to touch the dirty water he despised out of any body of water he'd ever crawled through.

continuing to let his horse drink the water, Ri'zharim's ears perk at mention of the ocean

"this one has not traveled by sea in a good time"

"It's been a long time for me as well. Nothing compares to the view of the sunrise on the crow's nest, though. I was so young when I was shipped from place to place like stale cargo."

"this one was afraid of the crow's nest, too high, the captain threatened to throw people off occasionally" Ri'zharim gave a slight laugh and then became silent

Noticing the dust and debris that specked his horse, Ri'Zharim walked over to the satchel and pulled out a brush, whistling as he groomed it.

He removed his helmet and sat it beside him. His eyelids slowly slid shut again.

Alijham shrugged. He ran a hand through his muddy hair. "At least the weather isn't all bad."

He chuckled, "Just you wait, you probably jinxed us..."

"I hope I did. We need some crazy weather for once."

El had been sitting quietly in the shadows on the edge of the bank keeping her own eye out. She looked up at the sky at the mention of the weather. Then she turned toward the men's conversation speaking quietly from the umbra, "I doubt you'll have to worry about the weather," she said simply to them.

He looked up. "Oh? I was just trying for idle conversation, the weather's not much of a bother.."