It both is and isn't what he's used to. Sora has spent lots of time traveling to new worlds, places that have different scenery and people and customs- he's had a lot of practice being thrown into the middle of a story and figuring it out as he goes along. But this is the first time he's had to do that all on his own, and it's the first time he hasn't been able to leave. There's no familiar gummiship parked nearby that he can retreat to. There are no friendly voices to buoy him along and no enemies giving him a direction to run towards.
All of this started because he'd wanted to find Kairi- and he'd been so sure he could do it too. Sora had reached out and thought with all of his heart that he wanted to be somewhere else. That wherever he was trying to go would reach back for him.
That place wasn't supposed to be a long winding road flanked by endless forest. It wasn't supposed to have a wooden sign that read Gazin.
The days pass and Sora buys things to eat with the munny that's still in his pocket, grateful that even though it earns him a few strange looks, it gets him some bread and a few pieces of fruit in exchange. But he can't just live like that forever. Sora might not have a real plan yet, but he knows he can't make one if he ends up hungry and cold- something that'll definitely happen once his pockets are empty. Man, it's like all those after school talks all over again. One day you have to get a job Sora, and start making your way in the world.
Fishing feels not just like a natural choice, it's almost the only choice. There's a river that runs along Gazin's side and his hauls will be best if he goes out either early or late. And while Sora definitely isn't happy about that he knows he's low on a lot of his other options. He rolls his pants up around his knees and works barefoot so that his shoes are still dry once he pushes them back on- he carries his catch in a net over one shoulder and makes the long walk in before the sun is up, stopping at the tavern and the market stalls to sell it off and then- when it's finally over and his arms are empty, his stomach full, Sora finds a patch of shade in one of Gazin's alcoves and sinks back against a wall with a big, exaggerated sigh. He's pretty sure he can get away with a little nap.
around town
All of this started because he'd wanted to find Kairi- and he'd been so sure he could do it too. Sora had reached out and thought with all of his heart that he wanted to be somewhere else. That wherever he was trying to go would reach back for him.
That place wasn't supposed to be a long winding road flanked by endless forest. It wasn't supposed to have a wooden sign that read Gazin.
The days pass and Sora buys things to eat with the munny that's still in his pocket, grateful that even though it earns him a few strange looks, it gets him some bread and a few pieces of fruit in exchange. But he can't just live like that forever. Sora might not have a real plan yet, but he knows he can't make one if he ends up hungry and cold- something that'll definitely happen once his pockets are empty. Man, it's like all those after school talks all over again. One day you have to get a job Sora, and start making your way in the world.
Fishing feels not just like a natural choice, it's almost the only choice. There's a river that runs along Gazin's side and his hauls will be best if he goes out either early or late. And while Sora definitely isn't happy about that he knows he's low on a lot of his other options. He rolls his pants up around his knees and works barefoot so that his shoes are still dry once he pushes them back on- he carries his catch in a net over one shoulder and makes the long walk in before the sun is up, stopping at the tavern and the market stalls to sell it off and then- when it's finally over and his arms are empty, his stomach full, Sora finds a patch of shade in one of Gazin's alcoves and sinks back against a wall with a big, exaggerated sigh. He's pretty sure he can get away with a little nap.