<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/5b/9f/b0/5b9fb0f415b6ae8aafe8a806a35f08ee.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Bem<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Y'mir<br/><br/>Hours passed as the sun traveled overhead and the expedition cleaned out the airship, set up supplies, built shelters and a kitchen, and scavenged food and supplies.  In the meanwhile Bem noticed Y'mir change positions occasionally for his serial naps.  As a mithra he understood the impulse, though the Seekers of the Sun were more diurnal than crepuscular (https://getyarn.io/yarn-clip/6a07a542-b684-41ac-9107-10d4ccd6cf0c), and the demands of the expedition pushed him to contribute what he could.  He wasn't about to boss Y'mir around, though passing by the fallen mast collecting its rope, he did have to reach up and give that plump bottom a spank as his limbs hung off the sides.  "Hey, if you get eaten by coeurls or twinsnakes or something, yell out so we can run," he teased.