Kitiara headed toward the drop off site, half-hoping that there was no one around any more. There wasn't much that she really needed, but she was curious as to what was left. Not to mention, no one ever knew when they might need some medications, matches, or other such useful things. Most might think that a part Graecian like herself wouldn't even want matches, but she preferred her food (mostly fish, birds, mice and other small game) to be cooked rather than raw.<br/><br/>Her mid-back silver hair glided behind her as she moved gracefully toward the landing site. Her white tail held high and her ears darting towards every small sound. A twig snapped nearby making Kitiara jump and she turned, focusing her slanted red eyes on whatever it was that was nearby. Despite being nervous, the corners of Kit's lips tilted upward in a cat-like smile, something that she would never be able to get rid of, even if she had wanted to. Kitiara loved her Elision heritage much more than her Graecian, so she liked that her facial features made her somewhat more cat-like, even if it was a trait that she got from her less-liked parent.<br/><br/>A familiar man that didn't seem to age at all the past three years or so, since the last she had seen him, stepped into her vision. His tanned skin and too-long messy black hair made him not easily noticed in the dim half light of evening. Despite humans having the belief that men should grow taller, Kitiara was about three inches taller than him. "Makram? Heading to the drop site too?"<br/><br/>"Ah Kit, glad to see you're doing well on your own," he said, though his voice remained neutral. Even though Kit looked to be only a few years younger than him, in reality, Makram was seven decades older and he had been on this planet so long, watching those two young to take care of themselves grow up till they could. At that time, Makram would allow them to go their separate ways, ever fearing that he might lose control of his inner monster.<br/><br/>"Actually," Makram started, answering Kitiara's question, "I felt a tremor and was going to investigate it. For as long as I've been on this isolated planet, I don't ever recall an earthquake in this area."<br/><br/>Kit raised her brows, making her curiosity evident. "A tremor you say? Well, I wonder why I hadn't noticed it?" She scratched the back of her right white ear, purring slightly as she thought about it. "Well, let's investigate together, shall we?"<br/><br/>Makram thought about it for a long moment. He had no idea how much Kitiara had changed since the last he saw her. She certainly aged faster than he did. Makram had known her for twenty-three years though, and had taught her how to hunt for herself and find shelter when it was needed over that time. Although Kit was a quick learner, it took time for her motor skills to develop into what they were now as she had been very young when she was first brought here. In fact, she still only looked to be in her mid-teens, despite her years.<br/><br/>"Umm... I can't see a reason not to," he finally thought aloud. "So..." Makram started in an effort to make friendly conversation, but the words died before leaving his throat.<br/><br/>"So, have you been helping out other kids lately? I don't see any with you," Kit asked, as they walked side-by-side toward where the tremor was thought to have originated from.<br/><br/>"Not since you. Most of them are old enough to take care of themselves," Makram replied.<br/><br/>Kitiara nodded and fell silent. As they got closer, Makram motioned for Kit to stay behind and scouted out ahead. He dashed off faster than any human could and surveyed the large ship that had fallen. As Makram inspected it, it was obvious that there would be no way inside as the door was locked and the cargo hold had been frozen open at about a half inch. With a sigh, he was about to turn back, Makram noticed something at the corner of his eye. He turned and saw a flickering fire with many half breeds around it. Makram dashed back to Kit to tell her what he had seen and to find out what she thought of it.<br/><br/>As he spoke, Kit listened. At first she wondered why he was asking her opinion, but she remembered that where Makram was strong and could easily take care of himself, he wasn't very social or overly-smart.<br/><br/>"Sounds like they might be rebels against the UG? Maybe they somehow brought down the big ship! I think we should go talk to them," Kitiara said, and headed off toward the camp.<br/><br/>Makram paused for a long moment, not liking the idea of mingling with so many people in one place. Finally, he slowly followed her, allowing her to lead. Makram would protect her if need be, but he'd rather not show what he was unless absolutely needed. It was rather painful any way.<br/><br/>When Kitiara reached the outer circle of the camp's light, her tail twitched nervously. "Hi, umm... What happened to the ship?" she asked nervous, but curious, her lips still curved at the corners in a feline smile like always.<br/><br/>Makram remained in the shadows a few yards behind her, watching the group warily from afar.