wait, when did this valley get here?

Jiro, for lack of better words, was a "I don't give a fuck" kind of guy. Not that he was careless, but he also didn't care for the stuffiness that came with the prim and proper attitude of his family. Maybe that was why he traveled farther and farther from home. Or maybe it was the bleeding red sky and crazy, sick animals that threatened to kill him at every turn. Tired of walking with those hefty, long legs of his, he searched for a secluded spot to rest. Perhaps he'd pick some marigolds too to help his digestion.

Dipping down into the valley, he finds a shady spot beneath a large oak. With his luck, there is also a patch of dandelions right beside a flat area of grass. Perfect spot to waste an afternoon being lazy! Plopping himself down, he stretches out, expanding his thickly built body, even letting out a groan of relief as his muscles began to relax. Reaching his head over toward the marigolds, he gathers a few in his mouth, munching on a few as a snack before placing a few off to the side.