<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Sanger</strong></span><br/><em>The Dawn Charger</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Middle of Marukan, Home in Sight<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Iori<br/><hr/><br/>Sanger rapped his fingers on the railing of the ship, butterflies in the stomach as he drew closer and closer to home.  Really, he shouldn't be so nervous, someone who has fought Rakasha, demons and monsters.  But family was always different.  At the end of the day, he still felt like a little boy in front of his mother, and having spent so much time away with infrequent contact, he wasn't looking forward to the tongue-lashing he'd get.  Looking around the ship, and at the people, he shook his head and looked back to the scenery.  Having an audience wasn't going to make it any easier, that was going to be embarrassing.  Well, the only thing he could do was take it on the chin and handle himself like a man.<br/><br/>Besides, no matter what was going to happen, at least he was home.  Closing his eyes, the smell of the grass and the feeling of sun and wind on his face was all so familiar and warm, even on ship made of bone.  Every day and night he was away, he would find himself remembering this place.  He would picture it in his mind, and occasionally dream of it, the images always clear.  Now that he was here, savouring his surroundings, he knew his home had never faded from his mind and heart.<br/><br/>When Florivet called out to him, he turned to where the demon was looking.  Eyes widening, all nervousness was gone.<br/>"That's right, that's it right there!" Sanger shouted back excitedly.  "Don't get to close, you might frighten the cattle and horses.  I'd say keep a good distance, maybe a mile or two.  Gives my ma time to spot us and get ready without thinkin' we're goin' to steal anythin'."<br/>Heading to the door that lead to the interior of the ship, he called down to the others.<br/>"We're almost there.  Get ready for landin'."<br/><br/>Moving back to the railing, Sanger whistled into the wind.  The sound of whinnying was followed by a sedate clopping as Trombe materialized beside his master.  Once the ship set itself down, Sanger would be ready to leap onto his steed and ride straight away to his home.