Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160209213345/@comment-26103034-20160210213731

Striding through the forest, Jawan looked round for the sun, trying to find the time. He found it piercing the mist to the left of him.

''Close to the horizon... ''

He searched his memories for when he had died...

''Was it midday? It was winter... yes, winter, and the sun... the sun was above him, yes. Midday in winter. Not that that helps. I could've been there for hours or months...''

He kept striding, with every step crunching charred glass and wood and flesh.