Katsumi had begun to rest on his laurels, letting the near waft of smoke push just in front of his face before climbing upwards into the sky and blending into the deep blue hue of the night that expanded before him. The small campfire that burned not so subtly in front of him gave a soft glow to the small clearing he'd found suitable enough to rest for the night. The stars were bright and sprinkled out against the expanse and as Katsumi's head had tilted back, the light of the stars was absolutely doused by the sheer magnificence that the moon provided. Like a beacon against a backdrop of nothing, the very details of its surface could be seen, and maybe because he was up in this mountain range, he could even see it a little bit clearer than someone on the sea might see it.
He'd smirk for a second before letting his head back down, the very thought that a few hundred feet in elevation would let him see the moon more clearly? Maybe true, but mostly nonsense. Maybe if he climbed all the way up into the peak of a mountain and stared at it past the cold and clouds, he could say that.
His eyes soberly wandered back down to the fire, his knees impressed to his chest as a single hand held them tightly to his body while his right hand reached out to feel the warmth of the fire in front of him. The small sleeping bag that he'd laid out to his right side and the blanket still in the pack began to call out to him but the anxiety of where he was kept him content to sit simply on the flattened rectangular stone he'd found to be his chair. Besides, he'd wandered into the mountain ranges days ago, and had made no progress in finding anyone or finding his way to the Village Hidden in the Stones any easier.
Maybe he'd make some more progress in the morning? He could hope for it, his survival training would at least allow him that. And in the end, he wasn't just quite ready to give up on everything.
At least one more day.
The same thing he'd told himself every night for the last two weeks as he wandered through the mountains in search of a more important stone.
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He'd smirk for a second before letting his head back down, the very thought that a few hundred feet in elevation would let him see the moon more clearly? Maybe true, but mostly nonsense. Maybe if he climbed all the way up into the peak of a mountain and stared at it past the cold and clouds, he could say that.
His eyes soberly wandered back down to the fire, his knees impressed to his chest as a single hand held them tightly to his body while his right hand reached out to feel the warmth of the fire in front of him. The small sleeping bag that he'd laid out to his right side and the blanket still in the pack began to call out to him but the anxiety of where he was kept him content to sit simply on the flattened rectangular stone he'd found to be his chair. Besides, he'd wandered into the mountain ranges days ago, and had made no progress in finding anyone or finding his way to the Village Hidden in the Stones any easier.
Maybe he'd make some more progress in the morning? He could hope for it, his survival training would at least allow him that. And in the end, he wasn't just quite ready to give up on everything.
At least one more day.
The same thing he'd told himself every night for the last two weeks as he wandered through the mountains in search of a more important stone.
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