You're no good for me, but baby I want you, I want you.

There's something you should know and boy I~

"Vacay Island huh?"

Floyd stared at the post card he received from Cherry just a few minutes ago, before she's flown off from the tree he temporarily converted into his stomping ground, he flipped the post card over and read it,

'Hey Floyd, I hope you're doing well! Come visit soon if you're in the area!

-Bruce :)'

It seems his older brother left his old name behind, he sat back down in his makeshift hut on the dried leaves he's converted into a bedding in the center. He flipped the postcard back around and admired the illustrated scenery from it, it looked tropical and very summery. He's been to an island recently just a few days ago called 'Blue Lagoon', he arrived there by accident when he mistaken a transfer boat to be a tourist guideboat. It was fun though, he got to meet a few people he passed by and experienced the many rides available but he mostly spent his time relaxing in the lazy river.

He carried his guitar and a small bag filled with necessities he'd often replace when in a new city or kingdom, such as a toothbrush and toothpaste, a notebook and pencil, and a hairbrush. He journaled his journeys in entries with vivid descriptions from his photographic memory, along with that he'd sometimes perform in small clubs allowing sign-ups, but every now and then an old fan would recognize him and ask about his brothers and the band. Most of them were nice and respected his decisions and reasoning for disbanding, chalking it up to 'artistic differences' between all the older brothers and himself, but others...

Others simply couldn't let go of the past and demanded actual answers for splitting up, those were all trolls who had a far too keen obsession with them so he often looked for an escape when he runs into them.

Not the best method, but it works enough to not stir trouble or cause any inconvenience for anyone around.

Floyd hasn't been doing much lately besides strumming his guitar and practicing some unfinished songs he's written, he was in the privacy of his own temporary hut and resting up before leaving the next day off to the next city he stumbled upon. Actually, he's heard some rumors of a mountain that not only circled around partying every night and hoarded the mass production of all diamonds, emeralds, and gold but also harbored a different species.

They call themselves Mount Rageons.

Their heights reached up high from about 6 feet to almost 8! Even their children stand tall against bergen children!

Floyd has seen a handful of different people, he's met a literal cloud who wore socks and loved high-fives, even met a handful of the other trolls from different tribes. He mostly interacted with species he was able to meet eye-level with and hold a conversation with, but he worries how Rageons were to outsiders. Were they hostile? Prejudice? Did they eat trolls? Do they have magic of their own?

He also heard the environment there was so much colder, considering they live on an actual mountain surrounded by the most advanced technology he's ever heard of, can you believe they have something called a 'computer'? And a much smaller version as a pocket computer called a 'cellphone'!

He saved the postcard by placing it in-between a random section in his notebook, not wanting to lose it and keeping it as a reminder. He wanted to visit Sp- uh Bruce, he has the location but he isn't sure where exactly he is at the moment, he's deep in the woods and had started heading south after he found his way back to land after the mix-up with 'Blue Lagoon'.

If he had received this sooner, he might have stopped by and caught up with him. This isn't the only postcard he's received from him over the years, he'd get one every year for the past 20 years and he'd always respond back with a postcard of his own from the city he's staying in. That was a lie, Floyd always knew where he was at all times, he's become a survivalist over the years so his sense of direction has strengthened over the years.