First Meeting

"Was it this way? Or that way? Or..." A kid in his teens with messy black hair, and tattered robes, looks around at the landscape in confusion. The tall thin grass is almost chest height and there are a few tall trees with drooping branches and leaves; almost as if they were weeping. The blue sun light adds to the strangeness of the scenery. Tiny glowing insects seem to swim through the tall grass. "Yeah...I'm so lost," he sighs to himself and leans up against a nearby tree. He climbs up onto the lowest branch, wrapping his tail around it to catch himself in case he slips.