The harmonious sound of birds singing as they took flight from where they were nestled in the branches of nearby trees. A cool spring breeze swept through the area, helping the birds reach higher altitudes on their journey. Sajotae sat on the lush green grass, watching the birds as they soared through the skies. A serene and gentle smile danced across his face, and he sighed contently. This place, Mossleaf, was such a peaceful village. He wondered how it was he hadn't found it until now, he would have preferred it much better if he had stumbled across the village sooner. Oh well, at least he was here now.

For some reason, I can't help but get this weird feeling that I've been here before... An eyebrow raised and Sajo cocked his head to the side, resting his hand under his chin thoughtfully. Perhaps it was nostalgia? Mossleaf did remind him of his old hometown, after all. Yes, that must've been it. Nothing more than misplaced nostalgia. And yet, Sajotae couldn't shake the notion that he was wrong, that it may in fact be something else. Shrugging it off, a yawn escaped his lips as he stretched his arms high into the air. Another sigh followed and he allowed himself to fall backwards.

Staring up, Sajotae kept his watchful gaze on the flock of birds who were fluttering around. They seemed to be playing with each other, perhaps some kind of game? Or maybe they were just bored? Whatever the case may be, the scene itself was rather uplifting. Something seemed to shimmer in his eyes. A new realization. Yes, Sajo figured he would enjoy his stay in Mossleaf very much.