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It seemed like it had been raining endlessly and Eije was severely getting sick of it coming down. After nearly drowning in a ravine the week before, she still felt like she was wet down to her bones. It seemed as though her prayers had been answered though, as it was the first sunny day she had seen for what felt like a year.

She had come back closer to the western border of Sauti in the hope that it was the craggy mountains that had caused the severe weather and, for the moment, it seemed as though she was correct. But now, she was just going to relax. She couldn’t think of a single thing she could be doing. Supplies were as good as they were going to get without travelling hours to the nearest settlement and she had some fish earlier that was now slow roasting over a fire. It was probably the safest place to escape her sailscale’s grasp.

Pushing herself into a sitting postion, she casually flipped the fish, finding herself slightly bored as she watched it cook. The slight bubbling of the fish and the oddly colored rub that she carried was almost soothing, reminding her of home. It was a mix of Sauti and Zena herbs, both rather hard to find unless you knew what you were doing. And she didn’t, as she groaned as she realized that she’d have to go find an herb peddler.

She had probably cooked too much, more than the two of them could eat for the next few days, but fishing had been the most enjoyable part of the week. She would be content to fish until she could feed an army, to be perfectly honest. Plus, Namidu wouldn’t eat it immediately, he preferred his food dead and crispy. It wasn’t a problem until he began to gain weight. Lo, the problems of an animal raised in captivity. “It’s almost ready, Namidu,” she said with a bit of a smile.

Eije turned at the sound of a voice, spotting a male atop a hill. She was surprised, never expecting another person so far out. Though she was out here, so it probably wasn't that much of a surprise.

"Sure, come on down!" She didn't see the harm. At this distance, he seemed like a wind earthling, so it was a welcome sight. Even living as far north as she did, she was used to seeing them during council meetings. Namidu gave a soft purr, scooting closer to his master. He wasn't the best with strangers and she put a soothing hand on his back.

Eije gave the man a smile, "Eije, and this is Namidu." She gave him a soft pat on the back. "Yeah, he's an anxious little baby. Being on the black market left him skittish," she shrugged as she made a motion for him to take a seat before flipping a fish. "If you'd like, fish is on the menu tonight with a mixed rub," she said with a note of pride in her voice.

The earthling didn't notice the flickering of grass, though the sailscale flicked his tail, giving a soft call in curiosity.

She nodded, hearing the question in his voice, “Isn’t it strange? But I guess if there’s a market for it, there’s a black market for it as well.” It probably had to do with his bright scales, but that was just her guess. She couldn’t figure out what was going through people’s mind.

Eije smiled at the compliment, glancing down to the cooking meat as she spun the sticks one last time. “Thank you, it’s nearly done. It probably just needs another minute and you’re free to help yourself,” it was nice to have some company other than a sailscale.

Namidu gave another soft call, flicking his tongue. He knew there was another sailscale out there, but he wasn’t sure of the intention. If one thing was for sure, Namidu was a lover, not a fighter. Eije gave him a pat, joking “What’s wrong? Are you upset that you won’t be getting the spotlight for dinner?”

Eije still didn’t seem convinced, but she gave Nami a light scratch under the chin, “Hmmm, maybe. You still need to be polite though,” it was a gentle scolding that she gave the sailscale. He needed to get used to people, to trust them more once he realized that she wasn’t going to abandon him.

But the ice female didn’t notice the rustle, too concerned about her companion. Her shock was evident by a squeak of surprise as the purple sailscale came out in a flash just as Talin’s knife did. So much for her sense of perception.

She didn’t have time to think, her father’s swords were still in her bag and she didn’t have time to scramble to grab them. Barely thinking as the creature fought the knife, she made the grab, snagging its tail with a grunt as she hit the ground from the lunge. Namidu quickly jumped in front, hissing at the intruder as he flared himself out. The other sailscale might have been double his size, but he wasn’t going to let him hurt his master.