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It had been some time since Selk and Sylla had wandered from the grove they called home. They needed the exercise, really. Selk had plans to help unload the Lacrima shipment that was on its way. Sylla came along for the wild ocean salmon. It was the best. It'd probably be some time before the shipment arrived, but Selk had nothing better to do. He was quite early, but he and Sylla sat on the shore watching the seemingly unchanging horizon. Eventually, he and Sylla found themselves asleep.

Selk didn't dream often, but when he did his dreams were often muddled and confusing. This was a thought that lingered on Selk's sleeping mind, but he didn't actually dream this time. It was more like he had shut his eyes for a few moments. But when he awoke, it was not due to the boat's arrival. He was awoken when a salmon was dropped on his face. The wet salmon was a sudden thing, scaring the sleeping Selk. When he realized what it was though, he ate the meal with a smile. It was good, as well as raw. That was Selk's favorite type of meal. Raw. Cooking a meal burned away much of the flavor for Selk. It was not the way food was meant to be eaten.

Soon, Selk saw a boat on the horizon. It was probably the lacrima shipment, as few boats came this way. He stood, dusting himself off. He was looking forward to seeing how the mission went, and whether or not the islanders were convinced to unite under the Ragged Brotherhood's banner. As he stretched, he heard Sylla let out a low growl, accompanied by the sound of some leaves rustling. "Jimmies?" Selk asked the air around him as he waited for the source of the noise to step forward.