It was a beautiful day at sea. Everything was perfect. Okia was on the ship with another half dragon so he practied trans forming. He wasn't very good but it had to due. All he could change were his hands, he tried on the boat and could not change them back into human hands. He was in some trouble. All he could do now was hope to find somesort of doctor before he got himself into trouble. he needed to find help. The boat pulled in. He was there, he was finally in Arda. This was probaly the best day of his life. Finaly he said holding his hand under his cloak, Finaly.

Anya looked over the sea, with a familiar glint in her eyes... When last did she see the sea? When last did she smell it and taste the saltiness that tantilised her tounge... She always loved the sea, its calm washing of the tides pulling in and out on the glittering sandy shore...

But now, she was at the Port, the harbour. She was facinated by the ships that came in and out, their sails billowing in the strong wind. She watched a particular ship with a red painted body stop infront of her. A young man stepped out, the wind tearing at his cloak...

"Finally," he kept on saying. Anya smiled to herself. She remembered faguely how she arrived on Arda... She walked. It took her a few years, but she got here with her own two feet... She now thought that the choice was stupid; she could've just taken a ship. Yet the walk had changed her life, and improved her fitness...

She regarded the young man carefully as she said, "Welcome to Arda stranger."