It's no secret at all how much Jericho adores the beach — after all, he tends to spend an awful lot of time simply padding along the shore in thought.  Not as much time as he used to, but... he still thinks the gently-crashing waves provide the best background noise for just about anything.  These days he's needed in town for the greater part of the day, and when he isn't he tries to get out into the mountains to greet joiners.  Even in what little free time he has left he's either in the greenhouse working on his garden or on the shore.  Today just so happens to be the latter — actually, he's on his way to visit his garden, but he relishes the journey back and forth.  Jericho exhales lightly, white paws sinking into the damp sand with each step to leave behind a trail of tiny pawprints in groups of threes.  Given his blindness it isn't safe for him to swim (goodness knows he hasn't in years, and besides, the temperature here is rather mild in its warmth), but he does enjoy the feeling of seawater, ever cool and refreshing in contrast with the warm summer air.

He hears Quantum's voice first, familiar as it drifts across the breeze.  Another one, a new one joins it on the passing wind and soon Jericho pauses and redirects himself towards the direction from which his now-parted jaws can taste their mingling scents.  The little gardener approaches at the tigress's side, honey hued eyes blindly searching before they, with his attention, settle in the general direction of Reflet.  He's managed to catch their words already spoken as he comes to a stop, and pauses to allow their exchange before offering up a smile of his own, both warm yet politely reserved in its slightness.  "Ah, welcome to S-Sunhaven," Jericho speaks up once the duo have fallen into silence, his tone rather soft but kind nevertheless.  "Um, we live... o-over there, in that town," he adds, flicking an ear in the direction of the floating sea village.  If she wants a tour Jericho will be more than happy to help get the newcomer settled in, but as he kneads the sand with his paws he wonders if it's better to let Quantum do it — he wouldn't want to intrude on the offer, after all.  As his mind has begun to wander as it so often does, but as Jericho allows himself to drift he suddenly finds himself shaking his head to bring himself back down to earth.  He's nearly forgotten — turning deep red beneath his fur the tom hurries to add, "Oh!  S-Sorry, I... um, nearly forgot.  It's, ah, Jericho, by the way."  He stumbles over his words even more than usual in his rush, falling silent with a rather sheepish look.  What a leader he must look, the feline thinks, yet he says nothing more aloud.