
For the first time in, well, ever Castor was seeing the outside of Dolandor. Having helped his brother fill their little magical boat with provisions .. candy, fruit, sandwiches and more... the pair set out on their adventure. They had been watching the mortal pae avidly for a few seasons and finally had snuck out to do come exploring.
The boat and it's oars were slowly but rhythmically paddling across the air a few feet above the average height of an adult pae, they had passed some trees and were now over some grassy area on the east side of the island (23N12W) heading in the general direction of the massive tree they could see in the distance.
Castor however was not watching the direction of the boat, nor even the surroundings as the boat zigged and zagged through the air "No Pollux it's my turn you've had that thing for a while now!" he told his brother trying to reach and snag hold of the compass his brother held. Each time his brother moved the compass to avoid it being taken the boat would slightly alter course
DaemonGabrielle
Irish Night Fox