When Subra recommended they visit their homeworlds, Massalia had to admit to himself he'd never seen it. But now - he was 13. He'd never been, and he'd been a senshi a long time, so, a biut of reading and the boy son sent himself through space, higher and higher until landing on his asteroid delicately,a surprising move. He didn't know what to expect, and so closed his eyes shyly when he went, and didn't move to open them until he felt his feet touch ground, and he looked up.

Sand, sand was everywhere and painted his vision a sonoran yellow, the boy beginning to walk carefully. It was windy and threatened a dust storm, and the grains of sand buffeted his skin as he walked. Soon he could hear wind whistling and crying, and he walked on, observing cactus and soon, dry mud and pueblo walls - some stood, a rare sight, but most were so ruined one only saw very little, and the boy approached slowly.

The silence without insects or animals was deafening, but he wanted to see. To look. Slowly, he peered around, examining ruins and long-extinguished fire pits with damaged pottery beside them. The insides were stained, blacks and oranges and reds from previous contents, and the boy walked to peer in a surviving structure to find the faint, indistinct shape of an ancient bone. He backed away, and then moved on, stopping in front of a large ruin, blinking.

The market in camp bustled. The mud and pueblo buildings packed, logs brought in from - somewhere, Massalia didn't really think of. He was listening to the elders, bare, sandy feet tucked in close, eyes focused on the elders as they spoke. There was - something happening in their treaties with Subra and Almary, something they were going to do, but the senshi had forgotten - had.... For some reason it escaped him, and the boy leaned back into his coyote, the large animal pressing against him as the animal watched the others in the room. This was his bonded-coyote, a loyal animal at that. His fingers worked on braided peace bracelets with grasses for Almary and Subra, and he calmly observed, smiling. They were good senshi, of good homeworlds, and at least they didn't seem too advanced for the Massalians to understand. He smiled as his companion nudged his arm, and he moved, finding the good places to scratch his ears.

Conversation changed to the pressing issue. People were hungry. Hunger meant risk of sickness, and there was concern the tribes may starve, something Massalia looked up to.

"Why do we not share more of my food with them?" He asked quietly. "Surely, I can afford less so others have more?"

"'Tis not so easy, young one." An elder responded. "You must keep your health. You must!"

Massalia sighed, shaking his head as he looked outside. They were thin, starved looking, and it bothered him. He wanted to do something, he wanted to help.

Massalia jerked, blinking and looking around before breathing, and he walked along, looking skyward. He was beginning to see why going to a homeworld alone was bad, and the Chibi Senshi moved along, blinking as he walked and looking to more ruin.

He happened upon a house ruin, or so he assumed by time-faded and sand-blown rug, but perhaps it blew in. Except a skeleton curled upon it, and the boy shivered, watching the skeleton before kneeling.

His coyote was dying. Massalia knew it - everyone knew it. Massalia wanted for his people to survive this starving time, and his friend hunted with him, hunted to provde.

It was not their job, but they worked, threadbase and hungry, skipping meal times, until both took ill. Massalia recovered. His companion, not so lucky. He knew he'd need a new bonded coyote but it was too soon. Too early. Massalis knelt, offering a piece of choce meat and the animal looked to him sadly, love and adoration in it's eyes before it lay down. It would not eat. Food was too much - and Massalia realized it knew it was not long. Like a mother, the coyote nudged his hand back to him - insistant he eat instead. The boy winced, and hugged his companion tightly, hiding his face in heir fur as they curled on the rug.

Massalia's blood chilled and his heart ached, the boy stepping back.

It felt like memories, if but vivid and bright, and he shivered. Was that... The past? His life? Did that mean.....

The boy swallowed. Yes. It did, and he moved from the ruin and it's skeletal guard, deciding to turn for home swuftly befre the light of his phone, that which bore him there, bore him home.