Ocean's Breath Plateau white flag

it was fairly silent here. the only ambiance provided was the whispers from grass and the distant crashing waves. issun closed his eyes and let nature’s chorus hum in his ears. maybe he could make a home here, but he doubted that would happen. the coast was surely beautiful but he didn’t know how to survive here. he had picked up a few tricks when he lived here, but that was short lived and long ago. a forest would be the best bet.

the meditation was cut short by a greeting. he looked over his shoulder to see someone standing behind him. a young looking boy, probably a year or two, with cuts near his nose. issun swirled around and gave a quick nod. “hello,” he greeted, “i didn’t hear you coming.”