He had forgotten how much he hated Heliohapt. It wasn't the people, the culture and least of all the food. No, it was the unbearable heat. Between the landmasses, Heliohapt's climate seemed ridiculously warmer, which was quite impressive considering how many square kilometers of desert there was in the world. That and the fact he ran out of water after trekking back from that oasis might have had something to do with out. Also the fact he had no money. Or food. Or supplies. Or any idea where the hell he was.
Or really anything other than the clothes on his back.
Okay, so maybe this wasn't his finest moment in trying to travel the world, but he had only been to Heliohapt, and even then he was just passing through. Now, it seemed he was stuck here for the time being. Still, it didn't feel like all that bad a place, as he sat resting in a side-street beneath the shade of the buildings. The people seemed lively, merchants came and went, and ... well, the beggars around this area weren't completely malnourished, so perhaps they were just down on their luck? Compared to Reim, it was more quiet. In a sense, more calm despite the number of people out and about. Or perhaps that was just his imagination given it's been a few years since he returned to Reim.
"... I miss home. Perhaps, I should go ... back," he weakly muses, as his head droops a little. When had it been since he last gotten decent rest? Between the burning days and the cold nights, he couldn't exactly remember being comfortable enough to get enough hours of sleep. Fortunately, the shade was helping right now and not too long later, he'd be sitting a bit hunched forward, covered by light fabric that shielded his exposed skin from the sun. A full-body cloak, slightly brown and frayed at the ends, that obscured his physical appearance. The only indication he was still alive was the light movement of cloth as he breathed, also the fact that he occasionally gnashed his teeth.
Or really anything other than the clothes on his back.
Okay, so maybe this wasn't his finest moment in trying to travel the world, but he had only been to Heliohapt, and even then he was just passing through. Now, it seemed he was stuck here for the time being. Still, it didn't feel like all that bad a place, as he sat resting in a side-street beneath the shade of the buildings. The people seemed lively, merchants came and went, and ... well, the beggars around this area weren't completely malnourished, so perhaps they were just down on their luck? Compared to Reim, it was more quiet. In a sense, more calm despite the number of people out and about. Or perhaps that was just his imagination given it's been a few years since he returned to Reim.
"... I miss home. Perhaps, I should go ... back," he weakly muses, as his head droops a little. When had it been since he last gotten decent rest? Between the burning days and the cold nights, he couldn't exactly remember being comfortable enough to get enough hours of sleep. Fortunately, the shade was helping right now and not too long later, he'd be sitting a bit hunched forward, covered by light fabric that shielded his exposed skin from the sun. A full-body cloak, slightly brown and frayed at the ends, that obscured his physical appearance. The only indication he was still alive was the light movement of cloth as he breathed, also the fact that he occasionally gnashed his teeth.