Branches break and leaves shake as a nearly 2 and a half meter tall behemoth pushes his way through the dense forest. His dark blue hair messy with dirt, sticks, and leaves tangled and framed a face that told a tale of fatigue. Barratiti pushes a small tree out of his path as he walks into a small clearing covered with rocks and grass, right on the edge of a cliff. The breeze was calming and cooling. The sun peering through the clouds sparsely.
Barratiti looks behind him, the path he had pushed himself through had left a train of damaged trees, kicked up rocks, and stomped down grass. With a shake of his head he walks over to the cliff side, setting himself down, careful not to damage the kilt he had brought from home.
The view was beautiful, gentle winds carried leaves down to the bottom of the mountain and past the bustling sea side town that Barratiti had arrived in. It almost appeared calm and asleep from all the way up here. Barratiti reaches for a wedding band that hung from his neck, gently turning it between his fingers. "Not even a week here and I am already lost... Still, you would have loved to see this."
Barratiti looks behind him, the path he had pushed himself through had left a train of damaged trees, kicked up rocks, and stomped down grass. With a shake of his head he walks over to the cliff side, setting himself down, careful not to damage the kilt he had brought from home.
The view was beautiful, gentle winds carried leaves down to the bottom of the mountain and past the bustling sea side town that Barratiti had arrived in. It almost appeared calm and asleep from all the way up here. Barratiti reaches for a wedding band that hung from his neck, gently turning it between his fingers. "Not even a week here and I am already lost... Still, you would have loved to see this."
