Snippet #2447289

White clouds float by the clean blue skies of Terra as a cool breeze moved the leaves of a tree partially overhead. Kien Kai, a young traveler, relaxes under the shade of a tree as he enjoys the weather of the beautiful day. With his hands behind his head, he rests on the grass peacefully.

But despite how comfortable it all felt, he can't just lay there all day. He slowly sits up, groaning a bit as he let out a loud yawn. He has to return to town before the day is through if he was to find a place to rest for the night. He heard that a festival was to be held in that small town, a memorial to the great dragons from long ago that the town has kept for centuries. They held close to the ways of the dragons and have even worked on setting things up by hand. That was a sight he wants to see at least once during his travels.

Standing up, he dusts the small blades of grass from his sides before stretching his arms upward into the air. The sun was still a ways from setting down, giving him enough time to make it to the town. He adjusts the blades on his sides as he starts to make his way toward the small dirty road. With his arms resting over the handles of his blades, he carries on casually down the road.