Leather satchel hung securely across him, Matt whistled a familiar tune to himself as he walked down the island's paths, positively intoxicated from how<span style="font-style: italic">rich</span>the land truly was; it really was amazing what a little change of scenery could do for a guy. It wasn't quite home, but it was close. The thrum of the earth's pulse beneath his feet, the way the wind played around him as he passed a cool sea breeze; even the song the leaves and thousandfold blades of grass sang as they swayed was<span style="font-style: italic">so close</span>to what it could be. From how it<span style="font-style: italic">should</span>be.<br/><br/>So it was that light of heart and step, the young man mossied on down to the slowly gathering party at the predetermined meeting spot; and guessing it was the right place given the different stances of those involved. A pair who seemed right at home in this isle, confident in their place and accepted by the energies of the land around them; whilst the other two seemed marked as newcommers. A girl who seemed about as giddy as He felt from being on this land, who reminded him a little of a priestess he'd met a lifetime ago; kind, bubbly, and with a mean left hook. The last one however, felt as if he'd just come back from the way the world shifted about him agitatedly; the man had the bearing of a soldier, one used to a lot of blood and violence, and seemed to be almost at his wits end. Really, the emotional dissonance between him and the girl was almost palpable to him; best disarm that then.<br/><br/>" 'Ello everyone!" he called out happily upon closing the distance to the trio, "Hope I'm not too late; name's Matthew, it's a pleasure to meet you all," he chimed in happily with an easy-going smile as he discretely took their measure.