Thus, Tomoe took to the skies with his glorious Pegasus. A shining white steed with a matching and eclipsing wingspan lifted off the ground and went onward towards the northern region of Fiore. The ronin had to admit - he wasn't the most knowledgeable about the country's landmarks and layout. He simply knew what he knew, and most of his experience had been in the eastern and central regions of Fiore in the past. Being somebody new to the country in the grand scheme of things, Tomoe was still very much ignorant to the way the country operated and where its points of significance mostly were. There was a degree of cynicism to it all - Tomoe simply didn't care to know such details when they weren't of immediate importance. He instead chose to take it day by day, learning things as they became relevant rather than overloading his brain with information that might ultimately be useless to him. There wasn't very much complex thought towards such things in the first place for Tomoe, and as a result he wouldn't worry.
As the Joyan saw the country from high above in the skies, he couldn't help but wonder at everything he was missing out on right now. What sort of dastardly deeds could he stop or perhaps even take part in?
WC: 368/700