Northstar Vale you know i want you to stay, oh baby

Aiolos lifts and moves, walking down the pathway from the little cove he rested in. The path led along the pool of waters and down to where he met Kalika in the middle and she danced around him, examining his potential. His eyes moved over her pale dusty form, dancing as well. Disturbing? He spoke with question, a smirk touching his expression. No. But entertaining? Perhaps. Oh Olo, how you speak out of turn. Time living off the island has corrupted you.