Kyoami practiced alone in the fading light. He still struggled to find his footing here amongst these Tianlong people. But he tried to watch, to learn, to practice their language.

He missed the island with the purple flowers. He missed when it was just his family, but he did not complain. He never complained. He was here, and he would make his mother proud. He would honor her, his sister, his fallen father.

The unmistakable scent of his mother met his sensitive nose, light and floral, rabbit and… mushroom? His eyes brightened and he trotted towards the scent, tail wagging, ears back. He wanted to bound forward like a pup, but he was determined to look like a young man, and not a child.

“Mother!” He greeted, smiling at the sight of her pale fur. He pressed his head up under her chin, and bit back a whine of happiness. He sat back properly. “How are you?” He asked.