Iivari had certainly gotten himself lost.
Not that he had any interest in admitting it. From his vantage point atop the tall, grassy hill, he could tell that the sea was off in a nearby direction yet... it seemed that every time he descended from the hills to make his way to the water, he would walk in circles for a few days before finding himself back up here, staring off into the distance and wondering at how he could still be so far from the glittering, inviting sea. Angrily, he stomped one lavender hoof, dirt curling into the air around it and a grumble passing his lips. This was terrible. He couldn't find his way out of here, yet it would be positively shameful for him to ask for directions or, worse yet, a guide.
...though that didn't mean he couldn't get one. A smirk pulled up the corners of his mouth as an idea blossomed in his mind. If he demanded that whomever he found take him to the sea, it wasn't so pitiful as begging, was it? He could declare that he was- was an expert leather and metal worker! That he needed to get to the sea so he could sell his wares to those who sailed in or out of the ports he imagined to lie there. With this devious plan in mind, he descended yet again, pale blue eyes glancing about for the perfect guide.
