Roadtrip

Tagging along like the good little boy he was, Tachi's eyes scanned his surroundings as the cold wind fussed his coat. From hot to cold, he was having a hard time deciding which one he liked the least. But Mum said it was important and the chance to get out of the Bamboo didn't come every day, so here he was. The land was flat, pretty much barren with only the sand and the sea in immediate sight. He wrinkled his nose, realising even the ocean smelled different here than back home.

"So where is everyone?" He asked, tipping his head as he glanced up at Sedna. But then she went on to nudge them forward to thinking about food, where they ought to get it from. He glanced over his shoulder, belly already rumbling. "Long grass over there. Dad I'm 'ungry."

Which in Tachi's mind, meant get to it dad!