The night sky shined down, bathing the forest in a sharp light, the stars adding depth. In the sky, was a lone warrior, flying atop a bright golden cloud. He had short white hair that was blowing in the cold night air. A black backpack was strapped to his back, the smell of the fresh food flowing through the air. He shivered and gave a sneeze, rubbing his nose. He reached back and pulled out a roll, something small that would hopefully not put even a dent in his food source. He took a bite, the dry texture sapping the moisture from his mouth. He reached back and took a sip from his water. He settled it into his lap and looked down at the endless trees.
Alaric had been out for only one night, and staring at the mountain of trees, drilled into his head that this would be a long trip. He looked forward and gently pet Sky. He was worried about the cloud companion, he hoped it wouldn't drain it too much…
