As Aikane walked with a hand on the hilt of one of her shortswords, she hummed quietly to herself and looked around at the scenery the island of Srendnyimor had to offer. There were tall, skinny trees littered about the mixed sandy, grassy land, and small animals that fled when she drew closer, further into the island. She sat for a time and looked out over the sea where you could see the City of Wyllmochvar, where she had trained at the Mage Academy for a short while before deciding to take a terse break to explore the nearby land. At the academy, she learned how to create fresh water from thin air and a few defensive spells to keep her safe on her travels. She planned to travel a lot, being one to appreciate the ability to observe new things and have new experiences. 

Sitting and enjoying the sounds of the local birds and the crashing of the waves on the shore, she took the backpack from her back and pulled an apple out of it, taking a large bite. The temperature of the island was a tad hot, with only a few clouds in the sky. She was seated under one of the trees, though it provided only a little shade, she was grateful. The apple she was enjoying was sweet and juicy as well, and she couldn't help feeling content with where she was. Aikane then pulled out a book to study some of the spells she was going to learn over the next week, slowly finishing her apple as she read.

Traveling was something she had become very good at as of late. From the distance swamp lands, through a vast forest, across incredible plains and even through a city- She somehow she managed to end up here at the coast. It had been so many years since she had last seen the coast or even since she had stepped foot upon a beach for that matter - feet that were always bare had found their way into the soft sands which were dampened by the periodic waves which rolled in and out.

She had once again shoved her strange mask of bone deep within her medium sized backpack; hiding this usually helped keep who/what she was a secret a bit longer when she encountered strangers and she found this to be helpful. Strange yellow eyes gazed out over the water and after a long moment she bent at the knees throwing herself down into a squat. Dirty hands reached out and cupped together so that they caught some of the next wave; which she brought up and splashed upon her face.

Inka was an odd duck and she quite enjoyed the way the salt water tasted upon her lips. The cool ocean water also was cool and made her refreshed. Just before the next wave came she had managed to dig a few vials from her alchemist kit out of the frontal pockets of her pack. Salt water was good for her brews; so she used these vials to capture some while she was here. Her brews was the main purpose she had become a nomad - travel always took her to new or strange places; these places had always been fruitful for her and for her brews.

Aikane noticed something in the corner of her eye, causing her to look up from her book and over at the figure. It didn't seem as though they were here for anything malicious, as they seemed to be minding their own business. She saw this as an opportunity to make a new friend, and found she was getting tired of reading over spells anyway. Putting a mark in her book, she closed it and put it back into her backpack before standing and walking towards the person on the beach. As she drew closer, she noticed it had a womanly figure, and as she came even closer she was able to make out more details about them. They seemed to be taking samples of the water in vials to put away in a bag similar to her own.

"Greetings!" Aikane called, continuing to walk until she stopped at a distance that was far enough away to be safe but close enough to speak to each other without having to raise their voices too much. Although everyone she'd met so far had been friendly, she wasn't so naive as to believe everyone had good in their hearts.

One…two…three….six! she had managed to fill six of her vials with water - corks secured she began to stuff them safely into another pocket of her pack. It was around this time when she heard movement - someone had approached or was approaching. Strange yellow eyes glanced to the side, she was still crouching down near the rolling waves - a girl was now near. Various bones, loops, beads, and other strangle talismans dangled from various parts of her hair, clothes, wrists and neck. They jingled, clanked and rattled with each movement she made; Inka pushed herself up into a stand. She was still not directly facing the girl; she felt more secure this way.

"Hello" Inka had spoke softly considering the distance between them did not require much more. Her bare feet were slowly sinking into that sand which each wave that rolled over them. She had flung her pack back over her shoulder returning it to its usual resting spot and keeping it high above the water - there were somethings hidden away within that she rather did not get wet.

"What kind of potions are you collecting that water for?" Aikane asked. Now that she was closer, she looked over the woman's interesting trinkets, including the bones, loops, beads and talismans. She found them intriguing, and wanted to get a closer look. After determining the woman wasn't a threat by her body language and tone of voice, she took a step closer. "I like those… decorations, for lack of a better word, you have on your person." She smiled at her, in case the woman felt weird about Aikane's sudden interaction. She wanted to show she was friendly and non threatening just the same. "They're really pretty."

Inka's odd yellow gaze followed the girls movements; she had yet to feel threatened by her so her posture was still extremely relaxed. One of her hands lifted up to her nice, where her long boney fingers would wrap around one of her many stone talismans.

"thank you" Now inka knew moderate amount of common speak - she was still learning, teaching herself while she traveled. She liked to think she was learning rather quickly - yet at times when she was unsure of what to say or how to say things her common became very broken and heavily accented.
"Brews…special brews" Inka responded to her question regarding the water she had been previously collecting. Brews were very important to a witch doctor like Inka - they helped make her powerful.

"Name?" Inka tilted her head towards her right shoulder. "I am Inka".

Aikane could tell by Inka's accent that the common tongue was not her first language. This only made the woman more interesting; Aikane looked for great diversity in friends, so she could learn all the more from them. "My name is Aikane. Where are you from?" she asked. As she recognized Inka's relaxed form, she mirrored it by sitting down in the sand near her. "I, myself, am from the land of Lemuria. It sees few cold months, and many warm ones. It's a beautiful place; very green." Aikane put her hands in the sand and let the sand settle between her fingers. The beach reminded her of home, and the familiar feel of sand was comforting.

Inka watched as she sat. After a few long moments Inka copied her and found herself a place in the sand away from the water so she did not get wet. Inka truly enjoyed the feel of the beaches sand against her skin; there was nothing like this where she was from.

"I am from here and there."  Inka was a nomad and she came from a tribe which were also nomadic. She really did not come from "any"" place in particular seeing as her tribe, the one she had come from, belonged no where really. "We travel never stay never bother always moving" Inka nodded her head firmly. However, by the looks of her she came from somewhere that had a lot of sun - her skin was tan and her clothing had ben designed to help keep her cool.

"Aikane" Inka repeated her name - this usually helped her remember how it was pronounced. Her eyes danced across the sands towards the water. "Lemuria sounds like home" minus the green anyway, her lands were more dry.

Aikane nodded in understanding as Inka spoke. She found it intriguing that the woman traveled rather than stay in one place and call it home. It sounded fun, having a new place to live every now and then. She wouldn't mind living in different parts of the world every couple of years herself. When living in a mediocre town in Lemuria, there wasn't much to see or many interesting people to talk to. World travel would definitely keep off the boredom. Maybe when she was finished with school, she could achieve this dream.

Taking her hands out of the sand and wiping the sand off them beside her, on the opposite side of where Inka was so that she didn't get sand on the woman, she moved to take off her shoes as well, as her feet were getting sweaty and she wanted to get more comfortable. "Where did you get those talismans from? Do they mean anything?" she asked, looking back to Inka and scrutinizing one of the pieces. 

Inka observed as she removed her shoes. Inka had never understood shoes and found them rather annoying. Inka cleared her throat before shed speak again - her hands moved along a few of her trinkets and talismans. They all did mean something, each one helped in its own way when she communed with the spirits. Inka dropped her hands a reached for her pack.
"Some do some do not." Once Inka grabbed ahold of her pack she moved it into her lap. Inka then grabbed one of the longer softer looking trinkets that dangled from her long auburn hair. this one looked like ivory, or some kind of bone. It had runes or marking carved into it - Inka held it outwardly so it was more visible.

"This one is bone of a bird - it helps the spirits sore through the nether". The nether was the area between here and there it was like a world between worlds where spirits could come and go and where some stayed and dwelled. Those were the ones she typically called upon. Once Aikane got a good look at it she dropped it so it retook its place lost within her hair.

"Most of these I made others gifted others passed down through tribe" Inka shrugged her shoulders. These items were very special to her they were part of what made her who she was. She also liked how they looked.