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Batter back and forth, yet in the end the yearling girl had made up her mind by going. The man, now known as Sarge, was reluctant yet followed after. Daiyu would grin up to the very tall earthen coated man. And I am Daiyu. Batted eyes, then made to roll into the direction of the very tiny, angry woman, yet said nothing in return. She was far too beautiful to look so sour. Daiyu was almost left to wonder how long it had been since she had been pleased. She sounded like a pirate, but surely didn't act like it! A moving island, filled with exotic magical flowers, who knows what other treasures await! And Daiyu was quite the collector herself.

In their vision they had been shown that the island currently rest in the gulf where the great Moonpeak Spire loomed. Fortunately, the mouthy one the others were bitching about just so happened to live in the lowlands just north of there and so surely would know their path. Though this was cut out from the girl's mouth before she thought to speak it, Daiyu still found comfort at the side of Liss over the other two.

The trio ready to leave the pirate planted in her spot, Daiyu began to move. Sweet girl, Does the thickly accented voice coo to the other woman as she comes to slip near her soft, tawny rabbit colored body, Do not for a second feel guilt for who you are.