Just a little rest...

[Eos]

With a yawn, Eos walked into the thick grass of the field. It wasn't exactly pleasant, some of the grass was the serrated edged kind that seemed to give you tiny paper-cuts, but then some of it was soft and spongy, and when he laid in it: it was comfortable. Eos was tired. Bone tired. Soul tired. For once he seemed to feel all 2461 years of his life. Who knew teaching could be so tiring?

He was very still, he closed his eyes. He needed to do something to make the deep dark bags under his eyes go away. A nap would do him good.