Location: At the top of Sol ObservatoryTM (really just a large, abandoned observatory seven kilometers away from Heron).
Tivo shifted about in the outdoor hammock, emitting a weary groan now and then, particularly whenever the rays of the glaring morning sun struck the surface of his eyelids. Whatever shade the leaves from the oak tree provided proved to be no longer helpful, as the angle which the sun rose would ensure that his face would receive a hearty dosage of solar blaze regardless of how he positioned himself in the beige hammock. Well, now that the day was clearly started, he decided that he should just go ahead and get up. The chirping birds nested in the branches above him surely wouldn't let him go back to sleep, either. Tivo swung his legs over and off the hammock, setting his feet down onto the long grass. Before he stood, the boy took some time to carefully peruse over the state of his belongings, which had been set near the oak tree's trunk.
"Glider . . . Hoe . . . And pack?"Tivo pushed himself off the hammock and ambled over to his shoulder-slung
bag, swiftly going to kneel down, open the pack, and sift through the contents.
Notebook, snacks, clothes, and . . . Yeah, it's good. He let out a sigh of relief and stood back up.
Being careful was a must when resting around these ruins, especially when you actually had belongings. Besides some homeless individuals, all sorts of unsavory characters tended to populate the observatory since it wasn't too closely guarded or looked at by the guard of the town. Well, actually, only when they're
absolutely certain there's a wanted criminal hanging around there. Otherwise, it's all pretty quiet for the most part.
Tivo turned around to face the direction where the town of Heron rested. He had to admit that the view was quite nice up here. The sea of clouds beneath and between the observatory and the town was quite attractive. It might take a few runs, but Tivo was somewhat positive that he could eventually manage to build a house up at the top of the observatory and live there. However, he dismissed the thought upon realization that each time he left he would have to take all his belongings to ensure that none of the other impoverished inhabitants conjured up an idea to discreetly steal things away from him. It might be rude, too, considering it wasn't really
his property -- it's public. For now he would just settle with his crudely-made forest cottage.
Might as well head over now, he thought. Tivo sauntered over to his belongings and began equipping everything that he could. He strapped the
hoe to his back with a few lengths of leather which snaked its way around his waist, tied his pack down onto the main body of the glider, and then unfolded its biplane wings. The teen, before taking off, suddenly realized that he was still wearing his typical
pajamas.
With a dull shrug, he came to the conclusion that other people wouldn't really care and that these feel way too comfortable to take off. Today would be a pajama day, it seems. And with that, he heaved the glider upwards, ran towards the edge of the platform, and took off towards his destination of Heron.
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