( at first, he was incredulous. wasn't camp for little kids and troublemakers they were looking to try and scare straight with the fresh air?

but, apparently this is a thing that he's going to have to do if he wants to live here and not be out of place so fine, that's fine. he's going to haul wood. he might look like he has some bony arms but he's strong where it counts even if he's going to end up with so many splinters.

and maybe he dumps the wood before he gets it back to the campsite so he can sit and take a rest. no one has to know, right? he's still working, he's just taking it in small breaks.

once the chores are done, kai wanders his way over to the archery range but doesn't partake. he thinks he could, if he really wanted to, but instead just stands back and watches those who are shooting arrows. )

Very medieval.

( but that's the thing here, isn't it? )

( kai's sitting close to the fire, picking splinters out of his hands from the wood earlier. he's warm enough, listening to the conversations of others while not really participating in them. he's learned that you can glean a lot if you just sit there and act like you don't have a horse in the race.

he has a lot of horses in the race, though.

once it looks like his hands are back to pristine, he gets up, grabs a drink of something and comes back to sit down. only then does he sip it and feels the warmth immediately spread through his veins. )

Whoo, that's some good stuff.

( like he's an expert. )

( if there's anything else you wanna do that i haven't written above. )