Yet another long path, the birds tweeted loudly around the tall canopy of trees. The rain had just passed, mud coating Noah's boots with every step he made. Not that he wasn't used to this of course. His backpack clinked behind him, some of the clips attached to his bag colliding together every so often. He had been in the land of Gowri for almost three weeks by now, possibly the longest he's been in a certain area. Although, there was so much to look at. The birds were gigantic, some taking up the sky, the water went purple when the night came, the rain sounded like a hand pan even with the fact it was just hitting the ground, and the fruit he found was possibly the best he's ever eaten.

He has to be very careful of the predators at night. And also the giant bugs, but he always makes due with the cons. As he climbed up a hill, being careful of branches, he reached the top, the wind blowing as if congratulating him, the brown keffiyeh flowing in the wind too as he pulled it down to take a breath. Taking in the view, he pulled out his canteen from his jacket pocket, and took a quick swig. The water here was quite crisp. Then, he paused when he saw something from below.

A hybrid. And it was already looking at him. He hasn't seen that one before. Not once. It was a rare one.

Guest can be any type of hybrid you want to be!