Okay... why he climbed a freaking volcano was beyond him. Well, he knew why, but he just wasn't dwelling on it. It wasn't like he was not wanting to go home, he just... didn't want to right at that second, and was seeing what hte world had to offer for his craft, now that his head was out of his butt. And so, tired and panting heavily, he stood and stared at the top of the volcano. Almost there, though he didn't really need to get up to the very top. He doubted anything would grow up there, after all. Of course, he wasn't so certain anything would grow here, either, but it was possible - surely there were plants that grew best in hot, muggy places such as this? Well, he could think of one that grew on mountains - juniper. Hell, even if he just grabbed some of that it'd be a worthwhile trip.
Humming thoughtfully, he skirted a rather odd looking bush, only to freeze when he caught wind of a very familiar person... and scent. Abaven flooded his nostrils, and his eyes widened as he stared like a startled deer at Karabela who was several yards away, but clearly within distance. Uh-oh. He hadn't meant - he didn't want to encounter anyone from Abaven yet!
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