Travel (NDE, Private)
Nov 14, 2008 20:50:53 GMT -7
Post by matto on Nov 14, 2008 20:50:53 GMT -7
Stepping outside of Leaf Village, Matto pulled a map out of his pocket.
"Okay, so I am supposed to meet up at the port in Fang Country." The sun was too high in the sky to tell cardinal directions. The map was about as useful without a compass as a compass is without a map.
Trying to decode a few key roads, Matto found his bearings. While the village was not on the map, he knew that this road did lead to the city he was born in. With his bearings found, Matto began hopping through the trees towards the north. He'd avoid the main roads for now, as he was weaponless and wasn't about to attract the attention of anyone who could cause any harm to him. As he flew through the canopy, his course never changing from north, Matto began to notice the terrain changing up little by little as he went north. Things weren't too different, but the forest wasn't as thick.
After a few hours of monotonous tree hopping, Matto jumped from the trees to a road that he was crossing paths with. How far had he gone in the few hours of travel? He'd never been too far out of his own house as a kid, let alone out of the country. He never got the chance, so he'd try at least not to get lost.
Stuffing the map back into his pocket, Matto continued northward, while his mind thought of what he'd be doing once he reached his destination.
"Okay, so I am supposed to meet up at the port in Fang Country." The sun was too high in the sky to tell cardinal directions. The map was about as useful without a compass as a compass is without a map.
Trying to decode a few key roads, Matto found his bearings. While the village was not on the map, he knew that this road did lead to the city he was born in. With his bearings found, Matto began hopping through the trees towards the north. He'd avoid the main roads for now, as he was weaponless and wasn't about to attract the attention of anyone who could cause any harm to him. As he flew through the canopy, his course never changing from north, Matto began to notice the terrain changing up little by little as he went north. Things weren't too different, but the forest wasn't as thick.
After a few hours of monotonous tree hopping, Matto jumped from the trees to a road that he was crossing paths with. How far had he gone in the few hours of travel? He'd never been too far out of his own house as a kid, let alone out of the country. He never got the chance, so he'd try at least not to get lost.
Stuffing the map back into his pocket, Matto continued northward, while his mind thought of what he'd be doing once he reached his destination.
