Nothing could have prepared Kel for the volcano's eruption or the ash that had darkened the sky for days afterwards. It had finally driven him into the Port, seeking shelter along with so many others displaced from Haulani. Now that the winds had blown the dark clouds away and clear skies were returning, however, those from the other city were returning to their homes to begin the process of cleaning and Kel was free once more to wander and try to decide what to make of his new life on this strange world.
Jiao had told him of the portals and he had made his way to the one in the Port, the directions easy enough to follow though the locals had little patience for him with so much else going on. When he found it he hesitated, though, unwilling to step through when it had been one such device that had brought him here to begin with, and Jiao had warned him they could never take him home again. He was just beginning to find his footing here, though, and the thought of traveling to another unknown place where he would again be back at square one was daunting to the young man.
He reached up to run his hands through his shoulder-length black hair, brown skin gleaming in the tropical light. He still wore the clothes from his world; a green tunic padded along the front and sewn with large slices of antler down the chest and stomach and over the shoulders in a kind of natural armor, over dark leather trousers and boots. He carried his bow and quiver of arrows with the confidence of a hunter, but the wariness in his amber eyes looked more like prey as he watched the portal and nibbled his lip, wondering if he would have the courage to step through it today, or if he would come back to it later, once he'd found his feet here in Torchline first.
Niyu
Jiao had told him of the portals and he had made his way to the one in the Port, the directions easy enough to follow though the locals had little patience for him with so much else going on. When he found it he hesitated, though, unwilling to step through when it had been one such device that had brought him here to begin with, and Jiao had warned him they could never take him home again. He was just beginning to find his footing here, though, and the thought of traveling to another unknown place where he would again be back at square one was daunting to the young man.
He reached up to run his hands through his shoulder-length black hair, brown skin gleaming in the tropical light. He still wore the clothes from his world; a green tunic padded along the front and sewn with large slices of antler down the chest and stomach and over the shoulders in a kind of natural armor, over dark leather trousers and boots. He carried his bow and quiver of arrows with the confidence of a hunter, but the wariness in his amber eyes looked more like prey as he watched the portal and nibbled his lip, wondering if he would have the courage to step through it today, or if he would come back to it later, once he'd found his feet here in Torchline first.
