Celris collapsed happily in the sand, rolling about playfully before working on her fur, trying to brush it smooth of salt and dirt. "Once we get to the city I'm getting washed." She paused after Black's question and busied herself with her ears. "Nn...a small village outside the city, not too far but definitely not in the city. I would run to Tol'sel to greet family after a day's work. We traveled a lot."<br/>She watched his magiked fire, and yawned, "Won't surprise me if we meet someone who knows my clan before too long." She didn't seem particularly pleased. "Tol'sel is very nice, granted you don't pick a fight."<br/>Osbourne had landed and unhitched the weapon from his back to clean it. He sat as his gears rumbled from the grit and the sand. "Of course I recognize it - from the air." He didn't know many of the landmarks, but there was that deep intuitive knowledge of<span style="font-style: italic">home</span>. "Down here, not so much." His recollection of home was also muddled, probably from the years submerged in cavern of the spring.<br/>Osbourne mused over this as he polished the citrine and carefully placed the halberd by his side.