Please, creatures only!
Cados, a Likuta
A cold, foggy, damp morning. To most, it would be an invitation to rest, to stay warm and in bed, with the sheets pulled up as high as they could go, and attempting to keep heat. Not for Cados. Too much possibility was in the air. It was almost as if it called to him, tempting him with the threat and the promise of an infinite number of people to meet and places to go. Walking up to the edge of the cliff, he looked down at the rainforest below, and almost wanted to jump, to live life as vicariously and passionately as his body would allow. He would not waste this life. Smiling, the Likuta swung over the edge and grabbed onto the first handhold he saw. The early morning mist had made the rock slippery, but his hands were callused and the climb was not difficult. Halfway down the cliff, the golden sun rose over the horizon, spilling over the forest and igniting the water in the air, causing a veritable conflagration of beautiful fiery droplets to hang suspended over the trees. Considering he still had a ways to go, Cados reached into his pack, took out a couple of pitons and secured himself to the cliff while he had breakfast. The sun had finally fully exposed itself by the time he finished his food and the view. Satiated, he started again. By the time he was done, it was midafternoon, and the rainforest was alive with the shrieks of all types of creatures. His curiosity was piqued, but it was all he could do to resist the cries, knowing he had more important things to do, more important places to go. Sitting down on the loam of the forest floor, he took out his map that he had borrowed from the monks, and with a compass, made sure of his location and his destination. Jawan, the Sea City. Standing up, Cados took out an apple and sauntered through the forest, open to the possibilities of the new day.