The sun was setting, dark pastel colors spraying over the sky, and the clouds glowing pale in the raising moonlight. It really was a spectacular sight, too bad some were too lazy to see it.

Stark was leaning against a tree on the edge of the woods, his hands folded behind his head. He wasn't really 'asleep.' No, he had to maintain his status of espada and keep at least a little bit alert. Or, something of the sort. His fingers twirled his hair a bit as one hand slid down to the ground, the side of his mouth irking a bit. Where had his sword gone? He hadn't seen it in a while. That should probably be something he should look into. Too bad he was too... lazy. Not like anything bad could really happen, hm?

Giving a light yawn, Stark opened his eyes a crack, steel blue orbs flicking back and forth over the long shadows cast by the setting sun. Grumbling lightly, he pressed his mouth together and closed his eyes again.