A smile stretches from ear to ear when Arisu sees Mystic sitting on a rock waiting for her return. She eagerly rushes into his embrace as she gets nearer. She gives him a butterfly light kiss on the lips in return. She looks to him when she talks about the merfolk. "Rika didn't hear stories about them Mystic. Uncle forbid Grandmother to tell her the stories." Arisu's hands are little bit sore, so Mystic's nice soft ones feel pretty good connected with hers. "It went alright. It was a nice today so we got plenty of stuff down. Maybe another two or three days and we'll be ready to start storing stuff for winter and getting ready for market." They only part hands when they get into the house so she can clean the dirt from the fields of her hands.