<span style="color: #BF4000">"Kiriei."</span>Jerar finally spoke, worry in his voice.<span style="color: #BF4000">"Do you think the wind elder will let us land.  I'm sure you're already tired and if we tried to go all the way, your wings would be in worse shape than mine. From strain and sunburn."</span>He said not entirely sure if that was true.<br/><br/>Jerrar looked around with his sharp vision trying to spot an island not to far out. There was one, not too far out, but far enough from the beach that one would have to be aquatic to swim there. It was small, with beaches all the way around, palm trees and shrubs huddled along the center of it, there was a sandbar below the water that, during low tide, would lead to another island that held taller and thicker trees.  It would take a few hours to walk around the island on the beaches, so it wasn't too small to host various types of life.  If Kiriei agreed he would suggest that island.