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Traveling across Oba was something that Svadra hadn't quite experienced before. Sure, he had traveled to a few settlements with his siblings, but not far enough where he couldn't easily return home. At this point, he was far enough across the sands that the last oasis had come and past, and his traveling companions warned him to stay covered and hydrated. Where as before he traveled in luxury, he wisely choose to travel in comfort with an outfit that covered his skin and shoes that didn't pinch his heels.

They decided to stop in an outcrop of rocks, something earthling made that was often used for these types of trips. Many travelers gathered in this location, where tents were set, land was cleared, and a fire was prepared for the cold nights. Svadra kept to himself, observing the earthlings he traveled with for long moments. He didn't have much expression, as he didn't really evaluate them in a positive or negative way. Instead, he simply studied them, watched and waited as they moved around.

There was a group with them, traveling across Tendaji. They too were Aishan, but full blooded and they kept away from others. He hadn't quite gotten the chance to approach, though the daughter was keen to make his acquaintance. He really didn't know to approach or not, though it wouldn't hurt if they might help him know the way to Chibale.

There also were a few men from Jauhar, most shifters but one was a hybrid with the Leaf tribe. Their ability to shift their skin made it much more helpful when traveling during the day, as their dark tones helped protect their skin. Sure, it was hot, but at least they didn't burn too much...compared to if they were the milky white of the night. That and the leaf halfling had dark brown skin so it wasn't too bad either.

Finally, the caravan leaders were mostly Obans, men and women who made this trip back and forth for coin to guide and protect their customers. It was quite fascinating the life they made, practically nomads but their knowledge was invaluable for anyone unfamiliar with the dusty sands. In fact, they had caught wind of a sandstorm and were prepared to set up camp well before it arrived. Svadra wasn't sure if it was a sixth sense or maybe some sign came from their familiars that they took along during each trip.

As he set up his own space to rest, Svadra took a long moment to reflect. Every few nights, he moved away from the crowd and kept to himself, closing his eyes and just thinking about his journey and where he was meant to go. He was thankful for the life he lived, with no want for coin or comfort, but there was always something more. He always fought, trained and prepared. He valued where his mother's came from and how they got to the life they lived. He enjoyed the feel of the strain on his muscles, and the history of the Aishan sisterhood. He valued the journey his mothers made to bloom him and his sisters, and wanted to go there too.

He wanted to become an Alkidike sister, even if he wasn't quite the same color as them. He had the traits, he had the power and the drive, and he had the values. He would ensure that he would meet their expectations and then some. While many saw him as frivolous, he wasn't one to simply accept the world as is. He worked for his status, he made sure he earned it. He didn't just spend and spend, but he had intent. He was thankful for what he had, but moreso for the desire he had to make more of himself.

He wanted to make a name for himself, as a sister and as an Earthling.

He knew he had to make a choice, to either go to the sisterhood or join the Army. But the army wasn't really as elegant as he wanted, even if his mother was. But the sisterhood...there was something about that spirit, that beauty, that made him want to go instead. So he was thankful for this opportunity to choose, for his mothers to accept his choice, and for his ability to travel and find that choice. He was thankful for everything he had and would have, and that was enough.

It was time to return to the group, as food was ready, and Svadra once again debated if he would sit next to the Aishan group.

Maybe tomorrow...for now, he had to plan for how he would request access to the isle. There was always tomorrow. They had plenty of sand to cross.