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Iskata Sadira had been spending her morning at the pier. They'd begun to gather boats to the docks and piers along the lands and she'd started to check to make certain nonperishable goods and packs of equipment the pack may need onboard the ships were in order and stored neatly. Standing on the deck of the boat she stood there coiling a length of rope neatly before stashing it in the hold.

Her work was interupted by the call, perking her ears up she shook her head and tossed a second half coiled roll of rope onboard the deck before leaping over the rail and landing on the dock. She had expected DaVinci to have shown his face by now, but she hadn't expected her son to actually come calling. He'd always been more of the arrival with the night, or in the middle of a storm.. something a little more dramatic... but she was rather curious why he was calling her so she moved on down the path towards the red dirt road.

It didn't take her long to find the boy sitting there on the old country road. Her silver and gold paws tracked lightly through the dust as she finally paused before her son, a slight smile to her maw as she nodded a greeting. "Hello DaVinci..." she said softly as she caught the full sight of her firstborn son.


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