[center][h2]Felix[/h2][/center]
Felix was feeling quite out of her element. Not only were the natives very friendly, but they also seemed to be able to shrug off Ali's ferocious personality, something she herself would never be able to do. She envied that strength. But she would never be able to mimic it. The fact that she was ushered into a tour last minute seemed to prove her lack-of-will, so she ashamedly at the ground, taking interest in the subtle cracks of the stone walkway. 

She felt inclined to be able to talk to at least the only other person on the ship that was allowed on the voyage (who was revealed to be named Tyson), but she found a lump in her throat preventing her from making small talk. Felix marveled at the size of the other one, Julia, wondering how old she was since even her size was smaller than a normal child and she spoke with the confidence and fluency of a woman. But again, she couldn't bring herself to make a comment.

She could guess the tour guide, Kian, sensed her discomfort, and he turned his attention elsewhere. "That's a cool bird," Kian complimented, his hand outstretched in an attempt to stroke its head. "We are here in our capital, all our homes reside in the rocks of the cliffs. We usually use waterway as transport across the city but walking by foot on the docks and paths can sometimes prove easier." 

He gestured with arms spread wide, walking backwards to face them. "Our castle is at the center, the city's divided into sections based on work or trade. We have a market sector, a building sector, so on. But most of our food comes from the other villages that reside outside of here, which we'll take you to next. Oh, Julia, would you like to do the honors of taking us to the Lalafell village?"