The leaf rolled across the tree and bounced into a snug hollow. Wind carried the leaf up from still cool dirt and onto a layer of rough fabric. It tumbled up the dark fabric deeper into the hollow until it snagged on a leather belt.
Sunlight chased the leaf and flickered through the rustling leaves. The light gleamed off a rounded piece of metal. The shaft of a weapon leaned on the hollow’s wall. The leaf bounced free. Its dance cut short as a hand grasped it. The edges poked out between tattered knuckles.
“Morning already then,” Jin said, groggily. With a deep breath, his hand lumbered onto the plain black grip of the spear.
He drove the scabbard into the ground as he leaned on it for support. With a final push, he stood from the shelter of the hollow. Sunlight made him squint his calm blue eyes. His beaten brown boots, decorated with scuffs, sunk into the soil.