Room to Grow

Atreyu moved confidently back through the lands of Auster, though she had only been here for a short while it seemed, she had made a point to learn her way around the places she had been thus far. The time had come for the band to make themselves mobile once more, having gathered all they could from the season prior. This trek would be a bit further than their previous season's trip had been, but she had good reasons for it. Looking back for her brother, she wondered what his thoughts would be on the place she had picked for them this time.

There would be a bit of a swim involved, for everyone, but the security of such an entry would have surpassed any reason for not making it across. Of course, should anyone have trouble they would help, but it was a relatively easy swim across. High tide had come and gone, leaving low and easy waters to swim across. Oath and Atreyu would have no issue with it, Azriel would be fine as well as Alaric, Fairytale she worried about. One wrong wave could knock her glasses from her face and she wouldn't be able to see well enough to keep up with them. Atreyu would keep her close, then, to ensure her head stayed above water so to speak. Vayne would also be able to make the trip with no trouble, Petra may have some trouble because of her eye...Perhaps she should put Azriel to swim with her, just to ensure they all made it.

What lay in wait was worth the swim, a veritable cornucopia of resources on the island she had found Azriel on. He had made a mention to her about wanting to travel back to this place, and she would oblige him. There were plenty of things here to keep them fed and watered, there was a shelter already made and ready to be lived in. Yes, for Atreyu this place made sense, but what would the rest of the band think? When they made it to the shore, Atreyu smiled as she shook the saltwater from her spotted fur and looked over at her brother, black sclera making the holographic silver-to-lavender stand out. "What do you think, Oath?" She asked him, looking around before those trademarked eyes landed on the concrete tower in the distance. They would stay here for the season, weather it out until she could find more permanent lodgings for her growing family.

"Talk." || Think || 'Hear.'