As the man approached the open plain, he would pause for a brief moment and rest a hand on his hip. A brow lifted as his expression would take a shift, wearing a look of inquisition and uncertainty. He didn’t think he had come so far so fast, and he wasn’t planning to traverse the plain until the following day. His head tilted up-right as he glanced towards the sky.
“Looks like there is still another four hours until dusk. I’m way ahead.” He had thought to himself, with a smirk. It wasn’t often that he bypassed his own expectations, and his sense of time was usually spot on.
The plain was seemingly endless, and even with his acute sense of vision, he would not be able to see the other side as the hills rolled on; for what seemed like forever. His dark blue hair shifted downward as he hung his head a bit, and pondered the situation. If he left now, it was approximately fifteen to twenty miles by his calculations until he reached tomorrow’s first objective.
...but if there was something Fayt hated more than miscalculating, it was wasting time. He unraveled the cape from his shoulders, and stuffed it into his satchel as he prepared for the long haul. He would spend a few moments stretching his legs, before taking off at a moderate speed.
He began his trek across the rolling plains, going at a speed that he could keep up with relative ease. Also it would allow him to focus less on his breathing and pacing, and use his heightened senses to keep track of his surroundings.
After about 10 miles…
In the middle of this vast plain, a lone tree stood tall. A healthy one, at that; rooted deeply into the earth with a thick trunk and plenty of branches. It made for the perfect shade, but the fact that this tree was randomly in the middle of the plain was intriguing to him. As he approached it, his eyes darted to the sky to catch a glimpse of the time. His pacing was spot on, but he had no time to stop if he wanted to reach his goals. He continued on past the tree until he arrived at the Serene Cliffs.
The edge of the plain was in sight. He was feeling very exhausted at this point, and was dripping with sweat from head to toe. He was less than a mile off at this point, and glanced up at the sky again to get a feel for what he thought the weather might be. Endlessly clear skies told the perfect tale, and he decided to spend the evening once he stumbled upon what felt like an appropriate camping location. Though, his mind would shift back to that tree that he had seen several miles prior.
“Something about that thing..” He’d thought, before quickly dismissing the distraction in an effort to recalculate tomorrow’s plan. He was several hours ahead of schedule, and needed to re-evaluate because of it.
“Looks like there is still another four hours until dusk. I’m way ahead.” He had thought to himself, with a smirk. It wasn’t often that he bypassed his own expectations, and his sense of time was usually spot on.
The plain was seemingly endless, and even with his acute sense of vision, he would not be able to see the other side as the hills rolled on; for what seemed like forever. His dark blue hair shifted downward as he hung his head a bit, and pondered the situation. If he left now, it was approximately fifteen to twenty miles by his calculations until he reached tomorrow’s first objective.
...but if there was something Fayt hated more than miscalculating, it was wasting time. He unraveled the cape from his shoulders, and stuffed it into his satchel as he prepared for the long haul. He would spend a few moments stretching his legs, before taking off at a moderate speed.
He began his trek across the rolling plains, going at a speed that he could keep up with relative ease. Also it would allow him to focus less on his breathing and pacing, and use his heightened senses to keep track of his surroundings.
After about 10 miles…
In the middle of this vast plain, a lone tree stood tall. A healthy one, at that; rooted deeply into the earth with a thick trunk and plenty of branches. It made for the perfect shade, but the fact that this tree was randomly in the middle of the plain was intriguing to him. As he approached it, his eyes darted to the sky to catch a glimpse of the time. His pacing was spot on, but he had no time to stop if he wanted to reach his goals. He continued on past the tree until he arrived at the Serene Cliffs.
The edge of the plain was in sight. He was feeling very exhausted at this point, and was dripping with sweat from head to toe. He was less than a mile off at this point, and glanced up at the sky again to get a feel for what he thought the weather might be. Endlessly clear skies told the perfect tale, and he decided to spend the evening once he stumbled upon what felt like an appropriate camping location. Though, his mind would shift back to that tree that he had seen several miles prior.
“Something about that thing..” He’d thought, before quickly dismissing the distraction in an effort to recalculate tomorrow’s plan. He was several hours ahead of schedule, and needed to re-evaluate because of it.