If Chiron ever had any complaint about Amal--and he really didn't, the little mage was a delightful person in his opinion--it was that sometimes she could be too quiet. He had no idea what she said after mentioning being given until Luca to find herself a fairy, but he was sure it made perfect sense in context. He was about to ask about fairies in general when the other black mage from the day before swept past, her expression cold and closed off, and the younger fighter took a few feeble steps after her. He sighed and his shoulders slumped, and without another word he turned to board the ferry, brushing quietly past them on his way to the cabins. Chiron exchanged an uneasy glance with Amal. "The lover's squirrel," he said sagely and softly, as though he knew the word was 'squirrel' and not 'quarrel'.<br/><br/>The boat got moving within the hour, and the trip itself was fairly uneventful. Ethan spent most of his time in the propulsion room with the chocobos, sitting and watching the big birds walk in their wheels. It calmed him to think of the simple lives they led. Feed, walk, sleep, repeat. He wondered if they ever saw sunlight.<br/><br/>It only took the ferry around four hours to dock at Kilika, and the Summoner's group--plus Amal--disembarked onto the raised docks and buildings. He noticed Chappu sitting on the front of the deck, pensive and quiet, and opted not to bother the young fighter. "Right," he said, twisting slightly to relieve the stiffness in his back. "Kilika Temple is about an hour's hike through the jungle, as I recall. We should get supplies and start moving right away--"<br/><br/>"E'tan?"<br/><br/>"Yes, Chiron?"<br/><br/>"Please, to be excused. Amal and I have business."<br/><br/>The Summoner frowned. "How long is it going to take?"<br/><br/>"Ehh... time. It will take time, my friend. The details, they matter not, yes?"<br/><br/>"Yes, Chiron, they do." He folded his arms and sighed a little. He had asked the captain before about travel to Luca, which in his mind was paramount. If he could have it his way they would have secured the Fayth at this temple and left the same day, but the ferry needed time to resupply. The disaster at Besaid had depleted their emergency stocks and rations. They would not depart until the next day. Ethan shrugged. "Fine. We'll be staying here overnight anyway... Harris, come with me. Let's find lodging for the night. Chiron, Amal, do what you have to do--but I'm going to need you to meet me by the gates to the jungle in a few hours. Let's call it three hours from now. That should be time enough to get to the temple, find the Fayth, and then get back before darkness sets in."<br/><br/>Chiron nodded smartly, then reached out to grab Amal's arm. "Yes! A few three hours, yes. Good, my friend. Good." He led her away before Ethan or Harris could ask any further questions, rounding the bend and turning out of sight. He led her a little ways down and away, then let go and turned to her. "So! Now we begin, yes? We begin with the selecting of a weapon for you. A weapon is an expression, you see! An expression of... self. Atilla is me, yes? As I am it." He gripped his sword's pommel tight. "We need for you a device, though, to express yourself and to fight."<br/><br/>"Did my keen ears 'ear want for wares?" came a strange, lilting voice. Chiron turned as a man approached. The man had red hair with a small black cap tied to the top of his head, a blue jacket open at the front, and a small leather vest that left his gut exposed. A huge backpack was strapped to his shoulders, but he slung it down to the ground with a big grin on his face. "Say no more, say! No! More! For you have met none other than the esteemed and muchly-loved merchant lord himself, O'aka the twenty-second!" He pulled open his backpack to reveal a broad array of swords, daggers, and everything inbetween. Chiron blinked at the mess, then glanced at Amal.<br/><br/>"Well, you do have need of such," he muttered, shrugging. Why not trust this strangely irritating, portly fellow?