Dawn had just come, but the sun was already relentlessly beating down upon the earth. It had turned the cool dew into steam, which now hung in the air around the ground. A figure parted the swirling mist, his long robes rustling in the breeze a little. Other than that he was silent, his face content, his mind appearing to be at ease in the forest.
Up ahead, he spied a river. On a whim he decided to go wash his face in the water. He walked up, about to relax, and suddenly he spied someone through the thinning fog.
A naked lady?!
"Oh!"
He stood suddenly, having crouched to get closer to the river, and scurried backward.
"I'm sorry, ma'am!"
His words came out as an apologetic squeak.