A Stroll Across the Beach

[nemhain.]

Oh, it was this fellow. Sterling never failed to confuse Nemhain with the way that he acted, mainly because he didn't seem to have all of his marbles in the right place. When he had "joined" – joined being a loose term, considering they had just sorta said he could stay on the territory given the he was peaceful – he had claimed nothing was wrong with him, yet here he was again, talking to himself. At the very least, it seemed as though he hadn't done anything to warrant any real anger from the persona. After all, he was interacting positively with Quennel and the other children, and that was far better than any alternative to how this scene could go. Still, she felt herself drawn to the little crowd already gathered on the beach, not only because of the danger that the beach currently represented to everyone within Elysium, but because she felt it necessary for this little gathering to have a chaperone. Mistrim could've theoretically acted as one, but the fenghuang didn't know enough about her to trust her, at least not yet. So, the massive bird came to a landing nearby, moving over with quick and elegant footsteps. Once she was there, standing just a bit behind Mistrim, she let her eyes linger on Sterling's bucket, head tilting slightly to one side. After a moment of thought, she chirped deeply, "Sterling... why exactly do you collect things in that bucket of yours?" Theoretically it was possible for the groups around here to have some kind of economy system, but there wasn't one that was very prevalent at the moment, so it wasn't as if he were selling these things.