Kyrian was nestled into a hammock outside of a small Inn. Mano was away fishing with Toriu, the radaku more or less followed Mano to make sure the water male could find his way back to Kyrian. The wind male was idly swinging when Rukeia dropped a small pouch on his stomach. He had looked down at the pouch in wonderment before opening it. Inside was a small note:
Kiki,
Don't give up because a few things didn't go well.
You'll get this. I know it.
-Rikko
He smiled softly at the note, then peeked in the pouch. He paled a little as he saw the earrings he wanted to make while he was back in Jauhar. Oh...man...why? He sighed looking up to the skies. Okay gods...he heard you. He shifted to roll out of the hammock. Bouncing on his feet the small wind male sat at the outdoor table. He tried to gently pour everything on the table....much to his dismay...that bell. He heard the jingle and watched it roll onto the stones below the table. Oh great not this again!
Kyrian ducked under the table. Avoiding the underside of the table itself. He didn't need to smack his head again. Last time didn't really end in his favor. The small male sighed as he found the bell. Got it unstuck from the two stones it was wedged between. Then slowly backed up to retake his seat. As Kyrian made to attempt to put this thing together again he jumped at the feeling of something cold against his leg. What the?!? He squeaked before looking down...okay...nothing there. He shook his head as he drummed his fingers to really focus on this set...he wanted to gather a new outfit. He had bits and pieces here and there...he nearly had it complete. All he needed was a few things.
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