Taking another step, he looks up at the horizon. The large expanse of green canopies before him seemed almost like an ocean of leaves. And it made him wonder if he was on the right track. He didn’t remember the Wind Country having an endless expanse of forests, but he was certain it was the right path. Or was it?
Perching on the cliffside, he crouches for a moment and smoked a few times. The wind picks up on the smoke of his herbal cig and wafts it across the air before a gust blows against his face. At least he was glad that the chill breeze was somehow like home. He had been expecting the dry air of the canyons, as was written in those geography books he’d read before, but little did he know that his brother’s instincts of Leaf Country was at play.
He finished the smoke before standing up once more. Reaching his hand to give the side of his head a quick scratch as he was still not used to the rather short cut he did on his hair. He supposed he should refrain from doing it at night, not to mention he couldn’t really find a good angle to cut the hair on his back during their journey, and he didn’t want to ask Junko such a trivial thing as to cut his hair for him, that he ended up growing it longer. But perhaps, what was really the biggest change for him was when he had to stop by a town before leaving Lightning Country and getting a pair of specs. He lifts the frame of the glasses before settling it back down. Perhaps the nights of reading those medical books had gotten to him and strained his eyes for good.
He puts on the backpack once more, not bothering that it would leave creases along his light vest. He unrolls the dark sleeves of his shirt and locks them along the hem before tidying up the long red tie that dangles along his collar. He didn’t think he’d actually get into this sort of fashion but perhaps that bit of Junko’s personality had rubbed in on him.
Another sigh, thinking he may have gone to the wrong country by mistake and he was off to walking down the cliff. All the while, trusting the judgment of his brother’s memories of where they were going.
“Don’t be shy. I know you recognise the forest too,” said the beast inside his head.
“I do?” he wondered as he finally entered the shadows of the forest, looking up to the towering canopies. Smelling the scent of dew and lichen around him, Kiri would felt a little nostalgic. “Maybe. I don’t know. We’ll see.” Thus, he took another step into the unknown place.
[Entering Country]
Perching on the cliffside, he crouches for a moment and smoked a few times. The wind picks up on the smoke of his herbal cig and wafts it across the air before a gust blows against his face. At least he was glad that the chill breeze was somehow like home. He had been expecting the dry air of the canyons, as was written in those geography books he’d read before, but little did he know that his brother’s instincts of Leaf Country was at play.
He finished the smoke before standing up once more. Reaching his hand to give the side of his head a quick scratch as he was still not used to the rather short cut he did on his hair. He supposed he should refrain from doing it at night, not to mention he couldn’t really find a good angle to cut the hair on his back during their journey, and he didn’t want to ask Junko such a trivial thing as to cut his hair for him, that he ended up growing it longer. But perhaps, what was really the biggest change for him was when he had to stop by a town before leaving Lightning Country and getting a pair of specs. He lifts the frame of the glasses before settling it back down. Perhaps the nights of reading those medical books had gotten to him and strained his eyes for good.
He puts on the backpack once more, not bothering that it would leave creases along his light vest. He unrolls the dark sleeves of his shirt and locks them along the hem before tidying up the long red tie that dangles along his collar. He didn’t think he’d actually get into this sort of fashion but perhaps that bit of Junko’s personality had rubbed in on him.
Another sigh, thinking he may have gone to the wrong country by mistake and he was off to walking down the cliff. All the while, trusting the judgment of his brother’s memories of where they were going.
“Don’t be shy. I know you recognise the forest too,” said the beast inside his head.
“I do?” he wondered as he finally entered the shadows of the forest, looking up to the towering canopies. Smelling the scent of dew and lichen around him, Kiri would felt a little nostalgic. “Maybe. I don’t know. We’ll see.” Thus, he took another step into the unknown place.
[Entering Country]