The warmth of the sand slid through outstretched fingers, falling to join the countless particles that covered the land as far as Migoya’s crimson gaze could witness.
Sheesh… the sand is getting in my joints… but, but it’s like…
“Like we have been here before. In another life,” Migoya finished Mikki’s thoughts. Deja Vu - a feeling that one has been here before, that somehow, sometime, you stood where you once had, experienced what you had once experienced, but in reality had no recollection of how or indeed why you had that feeling.
The wind blew harshly against Migoya’s simple brown poncho, the hood falling back revealing his stark white hair and face as it looked around the barren wasteland. But it wasn't - somewhere in the back of his mind Migoya felt a… a kinship with this land. It was a very strange feeling for the shinobi who had lived most of his life in Konohagakure, but he felt…
He felt…
Home?
His mind went blank for a second, as if trying to remember a lost memory. “There was a battle here once… a vicious battle. A civilization that fell.” Where that knowledge came from confused him, and even scared him a little.
He turned his hand over, allowing the remaining sand to fall to the ground. His physiology did not require water to sustain him, although the feeling of a cold bath would have been appreciated at this moment. Pulling his hood back over his head and winding a long white scarf around his face, Migoya looked to the distant horizon. His brother was waiting for him, and the mysteries of this land were something he could delve into later. Hopefully.
WC: 283
[Country Entered from Moon - moving to Village - 1 hour]
Sheesh… the sand is getting in my joints… but, but it’s like…
“Like we have been here before. In another life,” Migoya finished Mikki’s thoughts. Deja Vu - a feeling that one has been here before, that somehow, sometime, you stood where you once had, experienced what you had once experienced, but in reality had no recollection of how or indeed why you had that feeling.
The wind blew harshly against Migoya’s simple brown poncho, the hood falling back revealing his stark white hair and face as it looked around the barren wasteland. But it wasn't - somewhere in the back of his mind Migoya felt a… a kinship with this land. It was a very strange feeling for the shinobi who had lived most of his life in Konohagakure, but he felt…
He felt…
Home?
His mind went blank for a second, as if trying to remember a lost memory. “There was a battle here once… a vicious battle. A civilization that fell.” Where that knowledge came from confused him, and even scared him a little.
He turned his hand over, allowing the remaining sand to fall to the ground. His physiology did not require water to sustain him, although the feeling of a cold bath would have been appreciated at this moment. Pulling his hood back over his head and winding a long white scarf around his face, Migoya looked to the distant horizon. His brother was waiting for him, and the mysteries of this land were something he could delve into later. Hopefully.
WC: 283
[Country Entered from Moon - moving to Village - 1 hour]