One could almost pretend there was no world outside of this cavern if you stayed here long enough. For the civilians living here, it was probably a nice idea. He'd heard a few of them more than once mention it.
"Ah, this little world of ours, if only it was the whole world!"
"The surface isn't safe. If only there was nothing else!"
Eiji wasn't from Suna, although he had lived here for over a decade, he wasn't used to the ceiling. In fact more often than not he found the place suffocating and if he wasn't careful, a little like a prison.
He missed the sun but probably more so, he missed the rain. He was born in a wet, foresty land. He had been raised in the trees from childhood to just before his pre-teen years. He had memories of climbing the Sakura trees with his sisters and trying to out-maneuver the pouring water drops. This dry cavern was stale and unnatural. He was certain within time everyone would be sensitive to the sun and end up bleached of all color.
In order to rid himself of these paranoid thoughts, Eiji often undertook missions that brought him up to the surface or out of the country. The latter happened much more infrequently but the opportunity to leave up to where the sun beat down on his skin was far more available. The more people stayed down here, the less they wanted to go up there. So be it.
However, as of the late, the missions where one could venture upward were scarce. Eiji hadn't been to the surface in almost two months and he was beginning to feel the affects. With a cloak wrapped tightly around his person, the lithe, short male had set out to find something of interest, something to pass the time and keep his mind occupied. He wasn't actually due to pick up another mission for a week.
[waiting for kagai]
"Ah, this little world of ours, if only it was the whole world!"
"The surface isn't safe. If only there was nothing else!"
Eiji wasn't from Suna, although he had lived here for over a decade, he wasn't used to the ceiling. In fact more often than not he found the place suffocating and if he wasn't careful, a little like a prison.
He missed the sun but probably more so, he missed the rain. He was born in a wet, foresty land. He had been raised in the trees from childhood to just before his pre-teen years. He had memories of climbing the Sakura trees with his sisters and trying to out-maneuver the pouring water drops. This dry cavern was stale and unnatural. He was certain within time everyone would be sensitive to the sun and end up bleached of all color.
In order to rid himself of these paranoid thoughts, Eiji often undertook missions that brought him up to the surface or out of the country. The latter happened much more infrequently but the opportunity to leave up to where the sun beat down on his skin was far more available. The more people stayed down here, the less they wanted to go up there. So be it.
However, as of the late, the missions where one could venture upward were scarce. Eiji hadn't been to the surface in almost two months and he was beginning to feel the affects. With a cloak wrapped tightly around his person, the lithe, short male had set out to find something of interest, something to pass the time and keep his mind occupied. He wasn't actually due to pick up another mission for a week.
[waiting for kagai]