This stifling peace.. this lack of action.. this boredom was taking quite a toll of Noctis. In fact, he felt weary, his muscles felt heavy and lazy from lack of exercise. He stretched against the tree branch he was lying on, a hand rubbing one shoulder. He was situated up high, his preferences similar to a cat, his desire for high places. Both literally and figuratively. He laid on the tree branch up above, the white ends of his jacket hanging over the branch. obviously someone was up here. But they couldnt see his face or his sleepy expression without traveling upwards.
So far his introductions to interesting residents of moonlore.. had not been interesting to say the least. In fact, they all seemed like the usual pack of dullards. Lame. Life was supposed to be fun. Noctis idly rubbed a leaf between his fingers, contemplating silently on whether or not to approach the human world once more. But that world had far too many enemies he did not wish to encounter. He grew tired of the bloodshed and drunken fights down below, escaping to the safe haven of peace. But it seemed as if peace could not satisfy his greedy desires either.
