Ambassadorial Mission to Lightning (Travel)
Apr 9, 2014 1:19:16 GMT -7
Post by kininata on Apr 9, 2014 1:19:16 GMT -7
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Already back on the road, Kininata felt a little relief at leaving the village. He was starting to feel confined, trapped in there in a way that did not seem natural to him. Maybe he had spent too long enjoying the outdoors, maybe he had spent too long away from society. Either way, he was glad to feel the taste of open air, moist as it was, and was happy to be on a trip to go to Lightning. He kept a steady pace, following the planned route into the Land of Fire. It wasn't a long trip for him, really. He knew the routes around there almost like the back of his hand as that was where he spent a large amount of his time when he was away from Rain. He liked the drier air, the brighter days, the warm waters - it was a paradise even on its bad days.
He adjusted his hat as he moved through the mist-like rain that was starting to fall again, thinking back on the current situation. A likely war against Snow... he had no idea why that was even on a discussion, never mind what this new Kage was thinking. Then again, he was away so often he barely kept up with the politics of the village anymore. He shook his head, looked back over his shoulders to ensure that no one was following, then took to leaping up the trees around until he reached a peak point above the canopies. As soon as the open sky was there, he formed hand seals and created a bird of water to travel upon, soaring above the treeline to head over to fire as soon as possible.
He loved his home. He really did; regardless of the incidents in his life there, he had good memories that made up for them and could genuinely feel an attachment to the place. But his travels had taught him one important thing; he hated the weather with a passion not too far from that which he felt for his love. He had seen almost every weather condition in the world, now, but even the rain of other countries felt better, odd as that seemed, and he was determined to ensure that he would either find a way of making the weather better or living where the weather was better in general. He was tired of the constant rain that never seemed to be drops of joy or laughter.
Already back on the road, Kininata felt a little relief at leaving the village. He was starting to feel confined, trapped in there in a way that did not seem natural to him. Maybe he had spent too long enjoying the outdoors, maybe he had spent too long away from society. Either way, he was glad to feel the taste of open air, moist as it was, and was happy to be on a trip to go to Lightning. He kept a steady pace, following the planned route into the Land of Fire. It wasn't a long trip for him, really. He knew the routes around there almost like the back of his hand as that was where he spent a large amount of his time when he was away from Rain. He liked the drier air, the brighter days, the warm waters - it was a paradise even on its bad days.
He adjusted his hat as he moved through the mist-like rain that was starting to fall again, thinking back on the current situation. A likely war against Snow... he had no idea why that was even on a discussion, never mind what this new Kage was thinking. Then again, he was away so often he barely kept up with the politics of the village anymore. He shook his head, looked back over his shoulders to ensure that no one was following, then took to leaping up the trees around until he reached a peak point above the canopies. As soon as the open sky was there, he formed hand seals and created a bird of water to travel upon, soaring above the treeline to head over to fire as soon as possible.
He loved his home. He really did; regardless of the incidents in his life there, he had good memories that made up for them and could genuinely feel an attachment to the place. But his travels had taught him one important thing; he hated the weather with a passion not too far from that which he felt for his love. He had seen almost every weather condition in the world, now, but even the rain of other countries felt better, odd as that seemed, and he was determined to ensure that he would either find a way of making the weather better or living where the weather was better in general. He was tired of the constant rain that never seemed to be drops of joy or laughter.