L O S T
Aargonar
Kida had been apprehensive to say the least when it came to stepping foot off the Cortan Blade, her papa's prized ship. There was no greenery, no concrete, not even the horrid durasteel which made up the metal beasts she despised. Instead there was an ocean of orange and yellow set before her, and the people in the distance seemed to sink with each step. What was this foul creation? And why were they here?Animus of course hadn't seen anything wrong with the world, and had proceeded to take her hand and guide her down the ramp and into the terrain. Immediately the child yelped and clutched at his hand. "Don't like it" she growled, her feet slipping into the grains, it felt as if she was going to be swallowed whole!
But her papa pressed on, and she had to hurry to keep up - though the ground... Sand, he called it... was treacherous and she kept stumbling in it.
Then they reached a hut of sorts, the same vibrant colour as the sand beneath their feet, and Animus turned to plant a kiss atop her head. He informed her that he had business to attend to, and that she had to keep Groom with her at all times. Instructions she'd heard countless times. "Of course, Papa" she said, before turning to beckon the tuk'ata to her side. Then she hastily wrapped her arms around his waist in a tight hug.
Don't get into too much trouble was his parting words, and as he wandered off to meet with someone Kida glanced around her surroundings with a large frown upon her lips. This was nature, but not as she had ever known it.
"C'mon, pup" she said, petting Groom's head before setting off in the opposite direction from her papa. The going was tough, her steps enlarged and almost humorous as she fought to keep her balance. One of her hands never left Groom, he was the only support she had. Funnily enough though he didn't seem to have any problems riding the dune sea.
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