This is not his beautiful spaceship. This isn't even his beautiful planet. Or the expanse of space. Worse than that, he's down an arm again somehow.
Shiro drips his way up the beach slowly, his tall frame bowed at the shoulders as he tries to sort out what just happened. Rather than climb up the path just yet, since he's not in a freezing ice landscape - thank the stars for that - he settles himself on a rock to unlace his boots one-handed and empty out the water, laying out his socks to dry on the sand. Then it's time to check his pockets.
Given the number of people occasionally ferried to the beach, maybe it's not so much of a surprise that there's a broad-shouldered six-foot-four gentleman with one arm looking dismayed as he turns out the pockets of his black jeans. ...And sneezing.
[2] Arrival: Red Spring - Training Shiro has opted for the meditation circle first - after all, that's part of what helped him bond with his fellow paladins - but after a point he sighs, gets up and thanks the instructor for their time. "I just have too much on my mind to focus right now," he explains.
[3] Arrival: Red Spring - Questions "Excuse me," Shiro smiles, trying to mitigate the potential alarm his stature sometimes inspires. "Are you a resident here, or are you new as well? I was hoping to try and locate someone."
[4] Problems: Flower Crowns Okay; he's dealt with baby dragons before. The problem is, it's pretty difficult to make a flower crown with one hand. Shiro's plopped down cross-legged in a dragonless part of flowery meadow pout-frowning at the aloe leaf he's wedged between his calves as he attempts to thread a stem of sweet basil through an oozing hole he's made in the thick succulent leaf. He could definitely use some help.
[5] All Play - Brewing Shiro's grin is bright as he adds strawberry juice to the mead. The gin, club soda, fresh strawberries, and lime are on standby. "Alright, I think heating it will break down some of the molecular bonds in both components and help it combine better." He looks up at his partner. "I'm told that I have elemental magic, but I haven't managed fire without overdoing it yet, heh. I don't suppose you're an elementalist too?"
Takashi 'Shiro' Shirogane | Voltron: Legendary Defender | Elementalist
This is not his beautiful spaceship. This isn't even his beautiful planet. Or the expanse of space. Worse than that, he's down an arm again somehow.
Shiro drips his way up the beach slowly, his tall frame bowed at the shoulders as he tries to sort out what just happened. Rather than climb up the path just yet, since he's not in a freezing ice landscape - thank the stars for that - he settles himself on a rock to unlace his boots one-handed and empty out the water, laying out his socks to dry on the sand. Then it's time to check his pockets.
Given the number of people occasionally ferried to the beach, maybe it's not so much of a surprise that there's a broad-shouldered six-foot-four gentleman with one arm looking dismayed as he turns out the pockets of his black jeans. ...And sneezing.
[2] Arrival: Red Spring - Training
Shiro has opted for the meditation circle first - after all, that's part of what helped him bond with his fellow paladins - but after a point he sighs, gets up and thanks the instructor for their time. "I just have too much on my mind to focus right now," he explains.
[3] Arrival: Red Spring - Questions
"Excuse me," Shiro smiles, trying to mitigate the potential alarm his stature sometimes inspires. "Are you a resident here, or are you new as well? I was hoping to try and locate someone."
[4] Problems: Flower Crowns
Okay; he's dealt with baby dragons before. The problem is, it's pretty difficult to make a flower crown with one hand. Shiro's plopped down cross-legged in a dragonless part of flowery meadow pout-frowning at the aloe leaf he's wedged between his calves as he attempts to thread a stem of sweet basil through an oozing hole he's made in the thick succulent leaf. He could definitely use some help.
[5] All Play - Brewing
Shiro's grin is bright as he adds strawberry juice to the mead. The gin, club soda, fresh strawberries, and lime are on standby. "Alright, I think heating it will break down some of the molecular bonds in both components and help it combine better." He looks up at his partner. "I'm told that I have elemental magic, but I haven't managed fire without overdoing it yet, heh. I don't suppose you're an elementalist too?"