Aya sighed as she looked at the island. She had been on the same ride with three others...all men...one she seamed to take a liking to...But she ignored that....She stayed quiet and unnoticed....She hoped. She had a pen and was drawing on her hand....a nerves habit she had when around others. Her hair was pined up but covered her ears. Her dragon, Who she named Luna, was sitting on her shoulders happily asleep. Her mind wondered as she drew on herself. What would happen? What would she learn?