Kinich felt the rough bark press through the soft, skin-tight fabric covering his back. He lifted his arms behind his head, closing his eyes as he felt the light filtering through the leaves and landing on the black clothing covering his torso. It heated it up, making his skin tingle and burn.

He sighed, listening to the chirping of the birds and the gentle swaying of the leaves. The strong heat of Natlan beat down on his body, suffocating enough to make any foreigners pass out from exhaustion. However, he had grown used to the heat, and even found it comforting at times.

Kinich rested up in the tree, letting his leg hang off from the tree branch, swaying at his side. His chest rose and fell quietly, and anybody who saw the scene would find it quite peaceful.