"I'll be along," Khaishan promised Eindrid with a smile. "Just need to go get the gear." He had his own fishing pole, but knew that there were a few others in with his family's things, including some a bit more suited for smaller hands. When the children went darting along the beach, a couple of the Au Ra women peeled off from fussing with the tent to linger closer to the water, all of them seeming comfortable around them and rather practiced in keeping an eye on where they all were.

"It's fashionable for Miqo'te to wear bows on their tails in some areas." Zhentani mused as she nudged her mending aside to be able to pour out a second cup of tea that would be nudged into Loki's hands. "And what sort of place are you from? Khaishan explained where you met, which seems such a strange, fanciful sort of tale in it's own right."