<strong>Time:</strong>Before Twilight, Ascending Air 16 (day after meeting Miri)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Journeying through Marukan, Foremost Gale<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Chorgath, others as appropriate<br/><br/>Cerulean hasn't left his side since her summoning the prior evening.  It's not that she's been clingy, per se.  It's more that she's been making sure Chorgath is nearby at all times, save for when he has asked for her to fetch something.<br/><br/>...well, maybe she's been a bit clingy.<br/><br/>But she's not been obtrusively clingy, and it's with that same quiet intensity Chorgath has become familiar with over their acquaintance that she watches him prepare a summoning circle to call up the next of the ones waiting for him, waiting with great patience, taciturn as she often is...<br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Time</strong>: Midmorning, Ascending Air 17 (two days after meeting Miri)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Middle of Marukan, Home in Sight<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Sanger, others<br/><br/>Slowly but steadily, the land has become something Sanger remembers more clearly: home.<br/><br/>It might not have been the homecoming he'd envisioned -- standing on the top of a ship of iron bone that sails sea, sand, and the Marukani plains alike, surrounded by other Exalts, and still with the small band of Marukani militia that Miri had dispatched to escort them -- but it was definitely the land where he'd grown up.  The forests changed, the grasses changed, the fields changed, but never enough to obscure his memory.<br/><br/>"That little house ahead, yes?" Florivet asked, eyes ahead as the winds propel the ship over a gentle rise.  "How far out do you wish me to weigh anchor, golden one?"