Otatso Wetlands Not all who wander are lost.

It was nighttime, the silvery moon casted a foreloon shadow across the mystic lands of Otatso Wetlands. If anyone listened carefully, the serene sound of crickets could be heard, singing their summer-y songs. For Mees it was the first time leaving the boundaries of the Isle. Strangely he missed the sounds of bickering seagulls fighting for food as he journeyed through the wetlands. It had taken him a long day to get here. Every step he had to calculate as these lands were treacherous and strange.

The newly accepted Xi was striding forward with confident steps as he felt a sudden quench to explore and a dying wish to find out what things were lurking in the shadows -- even if it meant tempting danger to come out. Though, not all who wander are lost.