Nature and Society [Open to 2 / 3 Total] Mar 3, 2018 9:47:26 GMT -6
Post by Ronin Sashouka on Mar 3, 2018 9:47:26 GMT -6
A second trip to West City was a bit unexpected, but here the martial artist was. Sitting cross-legged upon his recently acquired cloudy companion, the flying Nimbus had sputtered along without a need to take breaks. It meant that a packed lunch and relaxing was fairly simple, Sashouka simply enjoying the view the whole way over from the Spinach Wastes in the Sleepy East. Bandages from his recent encounter with Colonel Crimson had come off before he left, the worst of the bruising now barely even visible as a testament to how fast he had recovered from that battle a short while ago. The fact that his recently-mended shirt had cost a lot of supplies was actually part of the main reason the dojo fighter had come out this way.
"You've done well today, Nimbus." With the right hand holding a loaf of bread that had been picked up from the village before heading out this way, Sashouka could only pat the fluffball with the left, eyes looking at a group of people atop a building staring back as they flew by. "Continue on for a ways... there should be a park-"
The cloud slowed almost instantly, causing the man to jerk but thankfully squeeze his grip to prevent getting thrown. Pushing to sit back up straight, the martial artist stowed the bread into his travel bag hanging from from the trademark red-sash just behind the right hip. The Nimbus began to lower, the city's buildings of various shapes and sizes growing closer as they reached an aerial height that had drawn the attention of more than a few people as the little cloud puttered and spat its noisy path through a fairly busy street. As they rounded a corner, the purple-haired Earthling finally smiled as one of the many parks dotting the city came into full-view, the pair dipping lower and causing a few people to jump out of the way as the Nimbus swooped beneath the gateway. It was now at walking height, allowing the sitting Sashouka to look around. Of course there would be eyes on them, not that it mattered, as they made their way down the path and the Nimbus finally slowed to a halt where a pond within the park was in fullview. There were certainly people looking, but the nomad cared not for what anyone thought. All he cared to do was pat the loyal cloud, letting his eyes close and simply breathe.
"Fresh air within a city... perhaps I could understand the need to live in them if it wasn't so stale. I guess I was spoiled living with nature. If I had you, I might not have had to learn to fly, though, that's for sure..."