onisyra

There it was again. That familiar voice. Ears pricked, Fel picked her way slowly towards the populated boardwalk, lined with small shops and businesses. Nothing should have been familiar here, in this beachside town. Yet occasionally she could hear someone, speaking with a familiar cadence and tone. But it wasn't anyone she came with aboard the Faverscham. If anything, it reminded her of dry sands and purple skies. But she didn't associate it with battle. It felt vaguely comforting. And also confusing, as she only been in Antikutan once (technically), and spent the majority of the time in battle or unconscious. The brief moments she wasn't either of those things was a blur - her mind dulled from monotonous travel. Or, physically a blur, from opening her eyes for the first time in years. But there it was again. Fel was close enough to see the voice's owner now; another ketucari, with long brown phoenix feathers. He looked... familiar? She supposed? But then she heard him speak again,