Any day now Indra would be setting sail on another venture and Xenia would be forced to tag along. As interesting as Oba had been the yaeli found herself happily adjusting to Matori and had even hoped they might get to stay here longer. She found the ever present smell of salt to be as relaxing as a spring day. There was a chill to the air now, one that hadn't been there when they first arrived, but even that came with it's perks.
She'd gone out for the shopping (because, it wasn't like anyone else, would they?) and had her little arms busting with baskets full of supplies. While it wasn't
heavy it was harder to carry and -
"Eep!" Xenia squealed out and immediately dropped a chunk of her items. What was that?! Looking around, the curly haired yaeli shuffled her feet and tried to find the culprit.