His parents had finally that him go on a trip to see some more of Kajhikinia. He had gone with a group of local younglings with a few parents smattered about. He was fortunate for the opportunity. His sister had waited until she had passed prentice stage to go on advantage. Not so him. The voyage had been kind of fun if a bit dollar for his liking Kala had kept busy somehow. He had always had a hard time sitting still for any length of time, as pesky as it was. It had been a dreadfully long trip in his expert estimation, but soon enough, they were among the eyelets of his ancestors. They were where the Hapuna lived. It was quite beautiful indeed. Here, however, he quickly found that there was a rather steep language barrier. He spoke three languages but the Hapuna he met spoke one their own. He had had two minds about what he wanted from the snack bar and stunned he wondered how he could connect with these beautiful people if they couldn't communicate through words. Britain or otherwise. He thought that his mining had gone rather well. Judging by the indulgent smell he got from the Hapuna vendor. He got his snacks and scurried to a corner to enjoy his Hoard. He was always hungry. It seemed his dad told him it was because he was growing but he thought he might have a whole leg roll of food went instead of it sticking around and filling him up properly. rare birds for him were chirping away in trees and he took a moment to slow down and enjoy himself. It was a bright and sunny day, and the market was bustling. Birds were happily chirping away in the bushes all was fair and fine. It was fascinating place to be that even the air that even their writing was different. He bought a book following one day that he would be able to read it. This script was so elegant and exotic looking. He wanted to know what the birds were called. We'd had no good way of asking. He wiggled and bobbed and made what he thought were birdsong motions coming from his mouth he managed to manage to imitate the bird call well enough that he got an answer grinning, and then thanking them. He wrote down his little journal that his father had given him. That was what he could do. He could figure out some of the native birds here. He couldn't wait to share his findings with his parents. He was sure they would be thrilled. Kaika loved nature and Ikaika loved being out in it. They were a great match. He wondered if they could speak to each other when they first met. It just went to show what could happen in life. They were from two most reticent clans and their love had survived and thrived under Matori conditions. He found it strange that not everyone learned common and had been this first language. He was still learning the other two from each respective parents it seemed that they were many more out there he liked languages his parents said that they were easier to learn when one was young, but he rather felted a matter of use and repetition. They were certainly useful as his current circumstances illustrated. He filled up his journal with as much information as he could muster before the group was heading back home after a successful visit. He'd rather have felt like he was part of a herd, but he was grateful for the experience anyway.
He was suitably tired but the travel had infected him with a permanant curiosity of what was just over that hill, that mountain that forest. He wanted to see more, see things that no one else ever had. He wanted to learn and feel and touch and experience life to its fullest and he would not get that sitting inside his parents home waiting for his life to happen. Of course at the moment he still had a lot of growing up to do. He did recognize that he was still too young to just wander down the road without a half decent plan. However what it was was a spark. A spark that would turn into a flame. That flame would get bigger and burn forever in his heart, a healthy fire for mind opening experiences he had the travel bug and there would be no getting it back to boredom ever.
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