Although the scenery was breath-taking, she honestly preferred the scent of oil and burnt steel. Walking around the patches of greens scattered all over the place made her feel as if she was a small, insignificant pebble amongst giants. Trees, apparently had stood there for hundreds of years, pierced upward, serving as pillars for the celestial dome. In this kind of places she couldn't feel the grasp of technologies. Even the village she'd just went to was still further behind. They had reception, they had electricity, yet their way of living was still influenced by ways of old. Way different from her hometown, with soaring skyscrapers and hovermobiles roaming the sky.
A sudden "beep beep" sound broke the silence of her journey. She nearly jumped from the shock, but quickly realized that it came from one of her devices. From the big backpack behind her, she pulled out a small metallic object. On it was a display and a few buttons. Xiao Shou's fingers, like her namesake, danced on the buttons lightly, tapping a combination of keys until the display changed. Countless numbers appeared on the screen. Barometer recording, turbulance in the air, wind speed and direction...she quickly processed it in her mind. She'd made the gadget to give her early warning whenever sudden changes in weather happened. The result wasn't shown in the screen; the conclusion from those data was the user's responsibility.
The hill was still stretching far above, although she could now see the temple on its end. The local villagers told her that a certain person called "hermit blacksmith" lived in that old building. She was interested on checking that place, although not sure whether she would do it or continue her journey. It seemed that God didn't want her to choose the latter.
A storm had come.
"...I better hurry," a sigh escaped her lips. It was still far away to the top.