It's truly no secret how much Jericho adores the seaside town.  The swaying of his bouyant cottage bobbing gently with the waves helps him sleep at night, but the boardwalk is still sturdy enough to keep them steady on stormy nights.  The beach has always felt like home; it's where he always ends up, no matter what direction he travels.  The constant scent of sea spray, the sound of lapping waves, the feeling of sand underfoot... it all puts him at ease.  This place, though new to him, already feels like somewhere he just knows he belongs.  That others feel the same he is unsure, but that's why he founded this place.  To share in that emotion with others, to create something bigger.  They're still all new to this (himself included), but he prays that it's worth it.  To him at least, it already is.

The Helion pads across the boardwalk, prepared to head out into the mountains after spending the morning in town.  His leather satchel drags lightly on the wooden walkway, too big for his frame but fully ready for herb-collecting should he find any.  Jericho halts when he hears Quantum's call, his own jaws parting to taste the air.  He doesn't know all that much about the tigresses, save that they're all related and, to a certain extent, rather eccentric.  With pricked ears and his typical lopsided gait the little tabby limps closer.  "Uh, h-hey," the tom greets softly, giving a brief smile.  He halts with a twitch of his whiskers, blind gaze flickering between the general direction he can sense Quantum and then La'miyla.  "It's... a good day for the ocean — ah, n-not that I can swim."

/this is shit but its past 1 am i'm sorry fdghsryjte