@newsequence
It is warm, here. That’s one of the things Estinien... likes? It’s odd, but it’s nostalgic. It was warm in the places he had been traveling, of course, but it’s nothing like home still. He remembers when the mountains were green, the sun warm and the grass plentiful. But if he thinks about that for too long he also remembers fire. So he doesn’t. He’s walking along one particular sandbar, staring out at the ocean instead of thinking.
He comes upon a figure, on his slow trek to the next island. Slowing as he reaches, he eyes the striking figure on the sandbar. He’s come to find that people here are... odd. So... he’s a little apprehensive this time, approaching some random stranger out of the blue.
“...Do you know what is on that island?” He points in the distance to the rise of trees on the next island. “Anything... besides the same as all the others?”
