With a blank expression and a fast paced gait, a small green boy made his way past the lake, disturbing the calm that was present before he arrived. It was weird for Carmin to be out and about, he typically stayed in his room where he could easily avoid everything. But it was getting boring doing nothing every day so he decided he'd get out and see the world a little. Of course, his definition of "see the world" meant hiding alone in the forest and reading his book, but it was still better than usual for him.
He wore a pair of small navy blue pants, and a simple grey tee shirt. Nothing particularly fancy, seeing as how he'd be sitting in the woods. He also had his signature blue backpack strapped on his back, which a turquoise bracelet on his arm to inform people that he wasn't somebody's lost child.
He was a tad unsure about going into the woods, mostly because of the freakishness that seemed to exist on this cursed island. However, there were vampires in the library anyway, so it wasn't like he was taking on any additional risks at the forest. He made sure to stay near the outskirts, sitting under a tree where he could still see the way back out to the lake. He then took out his water bottle and a book, taking a tiny sip before flipping through pages to find his bookmark. He wasn't particularly interested in the book he was reading, but he'd read half already and figured he might as well finish the job.
After a half hour or so of peaceful reading, Carmin found he was getting swarmed by bugs. He tried getting up and moving a few times, but they were persistent. The swarm only seemed to get larger and before long he was completely surrounded by the little devils. He pulled a fly swatter out of his bag and ran way shaking the little weapon at them, but his speed was kind of pathetic and he still wasn't losing them. After ten minutes of this horror, the only thing he seemed to lose was the way back.
Forgetting about the bugs for a moment, the realization that he'd gotten himself lost quickly brought him into a state of panic. Everything looked the same, how the heck was he supposed to find his way back? How big even was this forest? How long had he been running? While Carmin was frozen in fear, the flies gathered on the flowers around his body, luckily only after the nectar.
After the initial shock wore off, Carmin started thinking of a way to navigate back. Suddenly disturbing the bugs as he dropped down to search his bag for anything useful. After finding nothing particularly useful, he switched to checking for footprints. The ground seemed to be too hard to leave a consistent trail, so that was a dead end too. Carmin brainstormed hard about what he could possibly do, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized how difficult it was going to be to find his way back. The bugs only added to the frustration, buzzing in his ears and keeping up with the constant harassment while he paced back and forth, desperate for ideas.
He wore a pair of small navy blue pants, and a simple grey tee shirt. Nothing particularly fancy, seeing as how he'd be sitting in the woods. He also had his signature blue backpack strapped on his back, which a turquoise bracelet on his arm to inform people that he wasn't somebody's lost child.
He was a tad unsure about going into the woods, mostly because of the freakishness that seemed to exist on this cursed island. However, there were vampires in the library anyway, so it wasn't like he was taking on any additional risks at the forest. He made sure to stay near the outskirts, sitting under a tree where he could still see the way back out to the lake. He then took out his water bottle and a book, taking a tiny sip before flipping through pages to find his bookmark. He wasn't particularly interested in the book he was reading, but he'd read half already and figured he might as well finish the job.
After a half hour or so of peaceful reading, Carmin found he was getting swarmed by bugs. He tried getting up and moving a few times, but they were persistent. The swarm only seemed to get larger and before long he was completely surrounded by the little devils. He pulled a fly swatter out of his bag and ran way shaking the little weapon at them, but his speed was kind of pathetic and he still wasn't losing them. After ten minutes of this horror, the only thing he seemed to lose was the way back.
Forgetting about the bugs for a moment, the realization that he'd gotten himself lost quickly brought him into a state of panic. Everything looked the same, how the heck was he supposed to find his way back? How big even was this forest? How long had he been running? While Carmin was frozen in fear, the flies gathered on the flowers around his body, luckily only after the nectar.
After the initial shock wore off, Carmin started thinking of a way to navigate back. Suddenly disturbing the bugs as he dropped down to search his bag for anything useful. After finding nothing particularly useful, he switched to checking for footprints. The ground seemed to be too hard to leave a consistent trail, so that was a dead end too. Carmin brainstormed hard about what he could possibly do, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized how difficult it was going to be to find his way back. The bugs only added to the frustration, buzzing in his ears and keeping up with the constant harassment while he paced back and forth, desperate for ideas.
Little by little, gradually and carefully, Kahi had managed to dare to approach the more populated areas of this landmass that she had after few months of exploring concluded to be an island. That meant Kahi had no way of getting off of it on her own, she would have to somehow use the devices the humanoids made to get out, like the flying device she had been brought on the island with. Kahi wanted to get home, and find her brethren. Her only family left alive. But...what if she would never find them? What if Kahi would be left alone in a large, dangerous jungle, reminded by the haunting memories of how good her life used to be whenever the wind rustled the treetops?