precious metals

The north was his home, but it'd been a long time since he'd traveled quite this far north. It was the ideal time of year for it though, with the north being blessed with such a temperate winter, at least compared to the first and only winter he'd experienced thus far. Still that didn't make it the least bit warm, especially being so close to the ocean, where the wind that was brought in from across the sea was always frigid cold no matter what time of year. He was surprised at just how cold it was as he stood near the edge of the water, letting the wind whisk across the flat terrain and tickle his face. He turned away from the direction it blew and looked across the land, toward the geyser that lay dormant during the warmer seasons.

He had no real purpose being here, but did he ever? His life wasn't the sort of thing he had a plan for. Each day was taken as it came, and as long as he was truly thriving he had no issues with being otherwise without purpose. Taking care of himself, and ensuring that his siblings and parents were doing the same, was all he really cared about. But maybe that wasn't quite enough - he had no idea. Huffing the chilly summer air, he headed away from the shore and further in-land again, searching for something that might catch his interest.