For The Good Of The Mission I Will Go!

Lynvarr joked that their might be bears. Sparrow had never imagined a bear on an island, but she guessed it was possible. Bears ate berries and stuff, right? And there were.... well... some of the plants looked like they might produce berries if they tried hard enough. The trees steeples overhead, many larger than what she had seen at home, but they didn't totally block out the light- the fog seemed to have an easy enough time doing that.

With the explination of the lands from which he came, Sparrow found herself less drawn to the great beyond. Grass and rocks... huh. Well, she'd take her chances on the island over freezing to death any day. As the day grew long, Sparrow's companion mentioned he was going to head back. Was it getting late already? Sparrow had been having fun and didn't notice. "I might stay the night here, set out fresh in the morning- just to see if I find any cool secrets," she said. "But uhh, let me know if you ever feel like joining a band or going raiding sometime. I'm usually around the southern Boreas area. If you find a bunch of fruit trees- I'm probably nearby!"