PETER
Out in the wilderness is rapidly becoming one of Peter's favourite places. Much in the same way the Greatwood had, the jungle surrounding Torchline captivates him, nearly as much as the ocean had. And without the worry of getting lost, and starving, it was easier to roam far, scrambling up tall branches without a care in the world. It's an exploration that's louder than he would normally be, Peter getting used to a body again, when he'd spent so long wrapped up in nothing.
It seems though, that he is not the only soul deep in the jungle. The sound of unsteady thrashing reaches him from the distance, far, but not far enough to keep Peter at ease. And it's only coming closer. Thinking fast, he pulls himself up into a tree, hissing frustration at the rustling he makes himself as he gets settled.
All ready for whatever is coming to pass him by, Peter is nearly startled from his hiding place by a voice that calls out, just before he catches sight of a man who looks woefully unprepared to be in the jungle. He spends a long moment silent, almost too long, before calling out a soft. "Hello." from his aerial perch, watching the man curiously.
It seems though, that he is not the only soul deep in the jungle. The sound of unsteady thrashing reaches him from the distance, far, but not far enough to keep Peter at ease. And it's only coming closer. Thinking fast, he pulls himself up into a tree, hissing frustration at the rustling he makes himself as he gets settled.
All ready for whatever is coming to pass him by, Peter is nearly startled from his hiding place by a voice that calls out, just before he catches sight of a man who looks woefully unprepared to be in the jungle. He spends a long moment silent, almost too long, before calling out a soft. "Hello." from his aerial perch, watching the man curiously.
I don’t know where I’ve been
But I know where I wanna go
But I know where I wanna go
