Ocean's Breath Plateau this is your story

It is while he steps around her that he notices the scent of dry grass and faint foreign sand, things he had discovered during his visit to the palace for a wedding many months ago. The pique of his curiosity is not as strong as his inherent sense of duty, so he does not speak of that, and is heading up the path when she calls out to him.

The boy pauses to adjust the various items he carries, mindful of the mollusks where they banner across his shoulder. I am Raiyuk, son of Chakliux. his answer comes swiftly and holds a certain amount of pride; it is not often he has to introduce himself.

Raiyuk motions that he will continue walking, but invites her to follow. There is room enough for two on the path.

These wet ocean things must be managed, he thinks. Best to do that quickly before they spoil; but as he walks the feeling of the sun beaming down begins to warm and dry everything.

You are far from home. Did you come to trade again? And so soon after the last time, how curious.