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They had traveled far, but their were no complaints from her. Atka hadn’t realized how much she’d missed the briny air. The harsh wind against her face was welcomed. 

❝Feels like home.❞ She said in a breathy voice.

The petite woman closed her eyes and sighed. Atka smiled, though the moment was almost bittersweet. It reminded her of her old home; there was always much to think about with that. Here they were, seeking out their own home now. She thought on that for a moment longer before looking to Dreven. Was the wind making him miserable, or was his face simply relaxed? Atka didn’t know but the faint grin she expressed hadn’t faded.