**_Sindri_**
**_~Ayero Countryside, Road to Hiden~_**

It felt rather strange to walk along a road that had grass on either side of it. To be fair, Sindri had seen grass before but the novelty of just how much of it there was when you traveled outside of the Rust Desert was still rather fresh despite his thoughts being directed elsewhere.  

The young heir of House Rist traveled alone along the road, his face covered in the traditional head scarf of those who lived in the sandstorm prone desert often wore to try and protect their eyes from the sands. While the threat of sandstorms suddenly springing up out of nowhere wasn't exactly that big of a threat outside of Rust Desert, Sindri continued to wear it because it reminded him of home. Using a fairly well put together spear as a make shift walking stick, the young noble looked less like a noble and more like a traveling nomad. 

Looking down the road he traveled, Sindri spotted a couple of people... and a bright red Groudon of all things. 

Either there was a wild Groudon stalking the road or one of the people ahead belonged to House Terrane. Considering that said people were still alive and the Groudon wasn't actively trying to murder them, he was going with the latter. In the same silence that he had traveled for a while now, Sindri continued along the road that lead past the people and the living legend itself.