The long road

"Well, at least there's plenty of salt water," she laughed awkwardly. That much was true. It was everywhere - the salt stung her nose and eyes constantly. Her fur was stiff with the stuff. There was no getting away from it. Theo figured that she'd be sick of the ocean at the end of this all. She made a quiet noise of surprise at the mention of another Motif - she hadn't known that there was a namesake involved. Although she itched to ask Shaye more about it, the way that she spoke quite quickly of it all let her know that now wasn't the best time.

"Okay, I'll see what I can do. I don't mind organizing some training of my own. You're right, we should all keep busy." Shaye was so wise. Theo couldn't imagine doing this on her own. It didn't even cross her mind that one day it might be the case. "Is there anything I can do for you?" she asked pointedly, folding her ears with a hint of nervousness. Theo hoped that she wasn't overstepping her boundaries, but she was worried about how Shaye was holding up.