Athe chose to steer away from the loud festival, and sat on the docks, watching from far away. "They're having fun. This sky is real pretty." He said, to a bird that had landed on his shoulder. "I can't wait to be out on the water." He said with excitement, happily waiting for something to happen that would get him up and moving. As he sat, there was basic commute among the docks, sailors cleaning their ships and traders moving cargo.