Gilded Bay i forgot my passport

a glow radiates from his face when his companion gestures to his home. he is quick to follow in the footsteps of the skeleton. what would this new world look like? he ponders the thought, imagining some setting of his dreams. the longer he thought the more difficult imagining the scene became. the ocean was very new to him, so the possibilities were endless. there could be a dragon waiting there for all he knew.

a question is thrown at him, one of his past. a lump forms in his throat. what should he say? he’d already lied about his reason being here, should he keep up the facade? “hectic.” the word was blurted out before he could give the question more thought. “very hectic.” it wasn’t entirely false. there was a lot of... stress that came with being and imai. yeah, stress. that’s the word. he looked back at ford. he hadn’t noticed his gaze was wandering all that time. “everyone’s always running around doing this, that, or whatever. adults, elders, kids, we all had responsibilities. no one could ever catch a breath.” he looked at the horizon. “i dunno, i guess everyone’s like that in a way. it’s much more peaceful here.”