#durable storage bag

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Telesin Selfie Stick And Upgraded Storage Case

Today we’re looking at 2 more products from Telesin designed to provide convenience and safety for capturing those all-important memories. Explore the world worry-free with these essential companions. Telesin Vlog Selfie Stick This versatile accessory works seamlessly with action cameras like the GoPro HERO 10 Black, HERO 9, Hero 8, and GoPro Max. Additionally, it is designed to support iOS and…

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Suitcase WanderWorld Travel Mug

Traveling in Style with the Suitcase WanderWorld

Travel opens the door to new experiences, cultures, and memories. For every journey, a reliable and stylish suitcase is a must-have companion. The Suitcase WanderWorld is here to redefine your travel experience with its unique combination of durability, functionality, and customization options. Whether you're heading out for a weekend getaway or an extended vacation, this suitcase ensures you travel with ease and elegance.

A Suitcase That Reflects Your Personality

Gone are the days of boring, identical luggage. The Suitcase WanderWorld stands out with its customizable 100% polycarbonate front, allowing you to add a personal touch to your travel gear. Whether you choose vibrant patterns, bold colors, or a sleek minimalist design, this suitcase will ensure you never lose track of your luggage again. The black ABS back complements the vibrant front, adding a touch of sophistication.

Features Designed for Every Traveler

The Suitcase WanderWorld is packed with features that cater to modern travelers:

Durable Construction: The polycarbonate and ABS materials ensure the suitcase can withstand the rigors of travel while keeping your belongings safe.

Vibrant Colors: Advanced printing techniques deliver stunning, fade-resistant designs that make a statement.

Ample Storage Space: With an extended storage option, you can easily pack larger items without compromising on space.

Built-In Lock: Enjoy peace of mind with enhanced security for your valuables.

360-Degree Swivel Wheels: Effortlessly navigate through airports, train stations, and city streets with smooth, multi-directional wheels.

Easy Maintenance for Long-Lasting Use

Keeping your suitcase clean and fresh is simple. To maintain its pristine condition, follow these care instructions:

Remove all items from the suitcase before cleaning.

Pretreat visible stains with a suitable stain remover.

Mix warm water with a gentle laundry detergent.

Use a terry washcloth or soft bristle brush to clean the surface.

Let the suitcase air dry completely before use.

The Perfect Travel Companion

The Suitcase WanderWorld is more than just luggage; it's a statement of style and practicality. Its thoughtful design and premium features make it the ideal choice for travelers who value both form and function. Whether you're exploring exotic destinations, visiting loved ones, or attending business trips, this suitcase will elevate your travel game.

Make every journey unforgettable with the Suitcase WanderWorld — your ultimate travel companion!

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LENO BAGS & MESH BAGS- Packing Solutions Of Agricultural Products And Perishable Goods

Our Leno Bags and Mesh Bags are made to the highest quality standards, have a high degree of efficiency and flexibility, and can hold payloads greater than fifty kilos. Our bags feature outstanding reusability and washability qualities and preserve goods safely and fresh for extended periods. Additionally, these come in a variety of eye-catching colors.

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Our 100 % pure hemp drawstring bags are versatile bags and can be used in the home ot outside for a low waste and plastic free lifestyle. These bags are  available in a range of sizes to suit a variety of needs. Use these bags for plastic free vegetable and grocery shopping and storage, as a bread bag, as a travel accessory, a laundry bag, a gift bag or to even store toys.

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Release Your Everyday Essentials: Durable Bags, Healthy Snacks, Handy Storage & Luxurious Hydration!

Welcome to our article, ‌where we ​will be diving into a world of daily fundamentals that are not just useful however likewise include a touch of⁤ high-end to our lives. ‍From long lasting bags to healthy treats, useful⁣ storage, and indulgent hydration, these items are here to raise your daily⁣ experiences and release a‌ brand-new ⁢level of motivation in your regimen. Up, let’s talk about the​…

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Dandelion News - November 15-21

Like these weekly compilations? Tip me at $kaybarr1735 or check out my Dandelion Doodles! (sorry it's slightly late, the links didn't wanna work and I couldn't figure it out all day)

1. Wyoming's abortion ban has been overturned, including its ban on abortion medication

“Wyoming is the second state to have its near-total abortion ban overturned this month[…. Seven other states] also approved amendments protecting the right to an abortion. A lawsuit seeking to challenge the [FDA]’s approval of abortion medication recently failed when the Supreme Court refused to hear it[….]”

2. Patches of wildflowers in cities can be just as good for insects as natural meadows – study

“This study confirmed that small areas of urban wildflowers have a high concentration of pollinating insects, and are as valuable to many pollinators as larger areas of natural meadow that you would typically find rurally.”

3. Paris could offer new parents anti-pollution baby 'gift bags' to combat 'forever chemicals'

“The bag includes a stainless steel baby cup, a wooden toy, reusable cotton wipes, and non-toxic cleaning supplies as part of a "green prescription". […] The city will also have 44 centres for protecting mothers and infants that will be without any pollutants[….]”

4. Indigenous guardians embark on a sacred pact to protect the lowland tapir in Colombia

“The tapir is now the focus of an Indigenous-led conservation project[… A proposed “biocultural corridor”] will protect not only the populations and movements of wildlife such as tapirs, but also the cultural traditions and spirituality of the Inga and other neighboring Indigenous peoples[….]”

5. Denmark will plant 1 billion trees and convert 10% of farmland into forest

“[…] 43 billion kroner ($6.1 billion) have been earmarked to acquire land from farmers over the next two decades[.… In addition,] livestock farmers will be taxed for the greenhouse gases emitted by their cows, sheep and pigs from 2030, the first country to do so[….]”

6. The biggest grid storage project using old batteries is online in Texas

“[Element operates “used EV battery packs” with software that can] fine-tune commands at the cell level, instead of treating all the batteries as a monolithic whole. This enables the system to get more use out of each cell without stressing any so much that they break down[….]””

7. Durable supramolecular plastic is fully ocean-degradable and doesn't generate microplastics

“The new material is as strong as conventional plastics and biodegradable, [… and] is therefore expected to help reduce harmful microplastic pollution that accumulates in oceans and soil and eventually enters the food chain.”

8. Big Oil Tax Could Boost Global Loss and Damage Fund by 2000%

“[… A] tax on fossil fuel extraction, which would increase each year, combined with additional taxes on excess profits would […] generate hundreds of billions of dollars by the end of the decade to assist poor and vulnerable communities with the impact of the climate crisis[….]”

9. Rooftop solar meets 107.5 pct of South Australia’s demand, no emergency measures needed

“[T]he state was able to export around 658 MW of capacity to Victoria at the time[….] The export capacity is expected to increase significantly as the new transmission link to NSW[…] should be able to allow an extra 150 MW to be transferred in either direction by Christmas.”

10. Light-altering paint for greenhouses could help lengthen the fruit growing season in less sunny countries

“[Scientists] have developed a spray coating for greenhouses that could help UK farmers to produce more crops in the future using the same or less energy[… by optimising] the wavelength of light shining onto the plants, improving their growth and yield.”

November 8-14 news here | (all credit for images and written material can be found at the source linked; I don’t claim credit for anything but curating.)

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[ID: Polk the Tabby is curled up on the duvet, back paws tucked under her, head raised; next to her front paws is an extra-fuzzy pipe cleaner bent up into a ball. She is glaring past the camera as if she thinks I'm going to take her new favorite toy away.]

Back on the horse for cleaning this morning! I emptied out the last of the fabric storage bins and bagged up a bunch of clothes donations. I have two under-bed storage bins that I bought very cheap -- they're fabric-covered cardboard, basically -- and have been dreading pulling out because I was pretty sure they were covered in moth dust, and I was right. I only pulled out one, but it wasn't salvageable, so I took the bin itself down to the dumpster. I'll deal with the other tomorrow. I'm going to buy some more durable, less attractive-to-bugs plastic bins, so I measured the underbed area (8x80x65) and I'll do some shopping today.

Most of the clothing inside was in vacuum bags but I had to run a load of laundry for a blanket and a couple of hoodies. I did find a messenger bag I forgot I owned, so that's nice, and inside were some of the cats' favorite pipe cleaners I'd stashed and forgotten about.

For podcasts, I listened to an Indicator episode about the Cuban economy, then part of an episode of Mailin' It about the USPS's new ground delivery services. After a while I moved on to Planet Money's "Moving to the American Dream" which was about how moving from high-poverty to low-poverty areas doesn't impact the economic lives of adults, but has huge impact for their children, so that was somewhat uplifting.

I started to listen to the latest episode of Goalless, a footie podcast, but they opened with a discussion of how regardless of American politics, football is a glorious game you can always get lost in, and given events in Amsterdam, that has aged poorly since yesterday.

I have deliberately not talked a lot about politics here lately both because I am tired and because I want this space to be, at least for now, a spot of normality. Nothing has changed that, but know that just because I'm not talking about events doesn't mean I'm not engaging with them, I'm simply making a space within my larger life where neither you nor I have to. Eventually that may change but for now that's what I'm doing.

[bostonfly]

Tip #1:

The longevity and safety of food storage containers depend on the type of plastic. According to Michael Tunick, a research chemist in Drexel University’s Food and Hospitality Management Department, the numbers you want to see are 2, 4 or 5.

A 2 represents “HDPE, or high-density polyethylene, found in [items like] cooking oil bottles and milk jugs. It’s hard to break down and considered [food] safe,” Tunick said. He noted that a 4 stands for “LDPE, or low-density polyethylene, found in [items like] squeeze bottles and bread bags, considered safe and reusable.” A 5 is for “PP, or polypropylene, found in potato chip bags and yogurt containers, and safe to reuse,” he said. In addition to being food-safe, containers with the numbers 2, 4 or 5 are durable enough to be washed and reused multiple times.

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Jsaux Steam Deck Shoulder Bag

The Jsaux Steam Deck Shoulder Bag has been designed for gamers on the go and has caught the attention of Steam Deck enthusiasts and handheld gaming aficionados alike. Its assertive promise of protecting the users valuable gaming consoles and accessories is certainly intriguing, but does it live up to the hype? Lets find out! Product supplied for review purposes Jsaux Shoulder Bag For Steam Deck…

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Warren Peace x Reader: Interesting

Word Count: 1,083 Warnings/Notes: Reader accidentally choking on food (they’re fine), Reader accidentally hitting their hand on a locker (the pain subsides, don’t worry), and hand holding. Summary: Part 2 to “Interest”, this continues with the Reader and Warren’s interactions, even as the Reader leaves the cafeteria early. Will emotions be explored or revealed?

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  Smiling to yourself, you nudged your knee to his twice. Though as you retracted, his knee met yours again and remained there.   This should be interesting.   Did you move? Absolutely not. At least, not from the waist down. Using and focusing as much as you could on your peripheral vision, you studied him. Sure, you almost bit your own tongue in an attempt to multitask, but at least no one noticed. The only movement that came from Warren was a simple turn of a page.   All of this over analyzing was bound to give you some sort of headache at this rate. Or, as fate would have it, you started to cough from possibly the smallest particle of food. Every set of eyes at the table were on you, immediately concerned. Before your hand could reach over your tray, Layla had opened up your water bottle for you. With a brief forced smile, you grabbed it. Within a few moments of drinking water, you were well again.

  “Well, that was thrilling,” you frowned.   “Are you okay?” Layla asked.   “Yeah.”   “That would’ve been one way to go,” Zach said, drinking his own soda.   “Dude,” Warren glared as Will and Ethan likewise chided Zach.   You rolled your eyes as they continued to bicker. “I think I’ll see myself out,” you smiled to Magenta and Layla.   With a short farewell, you picked up your tray and left the table. By the time you were out of the cafeteria and in the hallway, you felt a greater sense of relief. Maybe the collective sounds of students had become too overwhelming for you.   Making your way to your locker, the quiet halls held a strange sense of calm. You figured it was the strong contrast from its usual capacity of students.

  “Then this way,” you mumbled to yourself, completely focused on unlocking your locker. “Ah ha,” you smiled triumphantly. If you were going to be using up time before your next class, you might as well use it wisely. Exchanging one textbook for another, you missed the approaching footsteps as you zipped your backpack close.   “Hey,” the clear voice of Warren reached your ears.   A little started, you accidentally knocked your knuckles against the open locker door. Silently, you screamed into the void of metal storage. The door swung open to its full extent just as you shut both your mouth and eyes in a grimace.   “Are you okay?” He asked, sounding much closer and very concerned.   “Great,” you squeaked. “Super durability and all.” Your eyes flashed open however, as something warm gently grasped your hand. Warren. The rate at which you were looking between his hands on yours and his eyes was bound to make you dizzy at some point.   His thumb caressed over your knuckles. It was almost too warm. “It doesn’t look too bad,” he smiled at you. “Maybe don’t go around punching lockers as a hobby though.”   “I’ll try to fight the urge,” you replied without much thought.   He laughed and carefully released your hand.

  It was quiet for a moment before either of you spoke a single word.   “Warren?” You asked softer than you intended.   Matching your tone, he inclined closer to you. “Yeah?”   Hesitation overtook you. “Do you…uh,” you sighed to yourself. Did you wanna head outside for a bit? Yah know, before class?“   “Sure. Lead the way.”   As you closed up your locker, you wondered if he noticed your change in demeanor. Heck, he seemed to notice, or at least accurately interpret everything. Slinging your bag over your shoulder, your own thoughts made you nervous. What if Warren already knew that you liked him? That you were interested in him as more than a friend? If he did, he was either ignoring or—   Warren grabbed your hand in his just as you turned away from the lockers. You looked at him incredulously.   “If third time’s the charm, let’s not add to your list.”   “List?”   “Choking on your lunch in the cafeteria, hitting your locker…,” he leaned in teasingly.   You pursed your lips at him. “Maybe we should add knee-knocking to that list.”   His brows rose. “Maybe we should. That’ll make three already.”   “So I guess that means I’m in the clear,” you added, starting to walk, Warren falling in line with you.   “I guess so.”

  The two of you continued walking hand in hand. Even as you made your way out of the building, neither of you loosened your hold. Sure, friends could hold hands, absolutely, but this felt entirely different. And as you both stepped down toward his favorite spot, your heart began to race. You had to ask him, or say something! So, when he dropped his bag down on the half-wall, you took a confident stance, if only to keep yourself steady.   “Warren, can I tell you something without freaking out?”   He turned to you with genuine soft curiosity.   You sputtered. “Without you freaking out,” you clarified.   “Yeah,” he said, tightening his hold on your hand in the slightest.   “I like you,” you said a little too fast, “is that weird?” No sooner the question left your mouth, you regretted it. But before you cold cringe into yourself and fold over like a beach-chair, he spoke.   “No. It’s not weird,” he swung your hands for a short moment and you swore you short circuited.   “Not weird?”   Warren took a step toward you, the tips of your shoes touching. “Not weird.”   “Oh, okay,” you finally took a breath.   “Would it be weird if I liked you too?” He asked, causing your eyebrows to shoot up to your hairline.   “What? No. No. Not weird.”   “Good,” he smiled brightly, “because I really like you too.”   “You do?”   “Yeah.” He looked down bashfully for a moment. “I guess I was being too subtle, but… I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything.”   You gazed at him. “That’s really thoughtful,” you complimented.   “Heh, thanks.”   “And I said that out loud,” you shut your eyes. “What is going on with me today?”   “Let’s just blame it on the school today,” he suggested, his voice close enough to feel on your skin.   You opened your eyes in time to see his chin. His chin? A pair of lips softly pressed against your forehead.   When Warren leaned away, he smiled at your expression.   “Well, I can’t possibly focus in any class for the rest of the day.”   “Not a single one?”   “Not when I know that you’re interested now.”   Warren chuckled.

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Thank you for reading!

If you want to check out my other fanfics, be sure to look at the pinned post on my blog: My Masterlist of Masterlists.

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99PERCENTHANDMADE

Welcome to our journey through the great outdoors, where adventure meets the artistry of craftsmanship! In this blog post, we'll explore the essential gear that enhances your outdoor experience, starting with the perfect hiking backpack. Discover how a well-designed hiking backpack can elevate your trail adventures, keeping your essentials organized and within reach. Next, we’ll delve into camping backpacks, tailored for those overnight excursions into the wild, where comfort and practicality are paramount. 

Hiking Backpack

When planning your next outdoor adventure, having the right gear is essential, and a quality Hiking Backpack is at the top of the list. A well-designed hiking backpack not only carries your essentials but also ensures comfort during your journey. Whether you're a seasoned hiker or just starting, selecting a backpack that meets your needs can make all the difference.

A Hiking Backpack is particularly useful for long trails where you need sufficient storage for food, water, and other gear. Unlike standard bags, these backpacks are crafted to distribute weight evenly, reducing strain on your back and shoulders. Look for features like padded straps, adjustable waist belts, and various compartments to keep your items organized. Investing in a Camping Backpack that is 99 percent handmade ensures that you’re supporting craftsmanship and durability. Each piece often reflects the care and attention that goes into its construction.

When choosing your Hiking Backpack, consider how long your hikes will be and what items you'll need. Packs come in various sizes, and finding the right fit ensures your comfort and balance. Additionally, look for waterproofing features to protect your gear from unexpected weather changes. Remember, each adventure is unique, and personalized packs can cater to specific hiking scenarios.

Camping Backpack

When it comes to outdoor adventures, having the right gear is essential, and a Camping Backpack is at the forefront of this necessity. A quality camping backpack not only provides ample space to carry your essentials but also ensures comfort during those long hikes in nature.

Choosing a Camping Backpack involves understanding the specific needs of your journey. If you're planning a multi-day hiking trip, you'll want a pack that offers sufficient capacity while being lightweight. Look for backpacks that include features such as adjustable straps, ventilated backs, and multiple compartments to keep your gear organized.

It's worth exploring what makes a 99 Percent Handmade camping backpack truly unique. The handcrafted approach allows for personalized touches that mass-produced models often lack. From intricate stitching to unique fabric choices, these backpacks embody both functionality and artistry.

Ultimately, investing in a quality Camping Backpack is about enhancing your outdoor experience. The right backpack will make your trips more enjoyable, allowing you to focus on the beautiful landscapes and the tranquility of nature rather than being weighed down by an uncomfortable pack.

99 Percent Handmade

When it comes to outdoor adventures, having the right gear is essential. With a focus on quality and craftsmanship, 99 Percent Handmade offers a stunning range of products designed for hiking and camping enthusiasts. Each item is crafted with care and attention to detail, ensuring that your experience in nature is as enjoyable as possible.

For those who enjoy camping, the Camping Backpack from 99 Percent Handmade is a must-have. Its thoughtful design and spacious compartments make it easy to organize camping gear, food, and personal items. You can trust that everything is made with durability in mind, ensuring your backpack lasts through multiple trips under the stars.

What sets 99 Percent Handmade apart is their commitment to exceptional craftsmanship. Each hiking and camping backpack is made with a deep respect for outdoor enthusiasts, ensuring that you have a reliable companion for all your adventures. If you’re looking for gear that resonates with both style and functionality, check out https://www.99percenthandmade.com/.

In conclusion, embracing the outdoors is made easier with a Hiking Backpack or a Camping Backpack from 99 Percent Handmade. Experience the difference of incredible craftsmanship and explore nature with confidence!

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--------------------------------- THE SMILER PIZZA BAG --------------------------------- Original price: Free, given away as a promotion. Price I paid for mine: Won for £77 but total cost with postage was £81.20 via Ebay bidding. I however was originally not going to bid on this item as I knew it would go for something like £100+, however i chanced a bid and ended up winning the item in the end and while £80 is considered a lot of money to pay for a plastic empty pizza bag, this item is considered extremely rare and may only pop up now and again if you're lucky to come across one. As I collect merchandise for The Smiler I am lucky to have come into possession of one of these bags as there may only be 40 made out there in the world (This is according to Paul Jones who owns five of the bags in storage) - sources for this come from Paul Jones himself who used to be an avid collector of the older merchandise of The Smiler and a collector for Alton Towers merchandise. --------------------- Item information: Come the year 2014 a single vending machine appeared on the Alton Towers plaza in collaboration with GoodFella's to giveaway The Smiler branded pizza along with The Smiler branded pizza bags to carry the boxed pizza in for free. You were ordered by the information on the side of the vending machine to take a selfie (presumably outside the vending machine) to get your free GoodFella's pizza and then tweet your selfie to the twitter page @ GoodFellas_UK using the hashtag #goodfellasmiler to receive your free pizza around the corner (front of the vending machine). - A single person would stand inside the fake vending machine and then the person inside would dispense the pizza once a button was pressed by a member of the public who had just followed the steps above, allowing the said member of the public to collect the pizza in the branded bag once dispensed. Each person got a singular pizza each, however I do not know if you could have gone back and gotten multiple bags (personally I will assume that it was one bag per person but take that with a grain of salt as I am following information I have researched and inquired about to those who have experienced this promotion. - On the side of the vending machine there was also a QR code to scan where you could receive £1 off on The Smiler pizza in any of the stores selling the branded pizza. - The Smiler branded pizza was available in various supermarkets for a limited amount of time and offered a 2 for 1 promotion for entry into Alton Towers Resort. It was a deep pan pizza base topped with tomato sauce, cheese, spicy sausage, pan fried onions, and Jalapeños with a rating of three chili peppers to equal the pizza was quite hot. ------------------- The bag feels very durable and not like your average supermarket plastic bag that can easily tear. Inside the bag is white and features a slot to slide the pizza into or anything else you may want to place inside the bag. The bag also closes with a clasp and features a plastic black handle on the top. The Smiler logo is placed on the front bag along with the GoodFella's logo on the left hand side in the corner. The text under The Smiler logo say "THE SMILER PIZZA" "LIMITED EDITION" in capital letters featuring the font Orbitron commonly used for The Smiler marketing and ride as a whole.

------------------------------ Year promoted: 2014 only. ------------------------------ All information and photos given in this post have been through my own research, my own photos featuring the pizza bag, Paul Jones over on Facebook (TowersFanatic on other socials) for the item description (rewritten in my own words) and the last three photos featuring the pizza box, vending machine, and the group photo featuring himself and the Goodfella's promotion team. All credit goes to their respective owners and I have been given permission to repost the images above, I am simply documenting my merchandise collection and not using any of this for profit.

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Let's talk about flying to pick up a puppy by yourself

And some ways to make it easier on you.

Your prep starts honestly, about a week before baby actually comes home. Maybe 2 weeks.

For my pre-flight prep, I first picked out a flight carrier. I went with the one my breeder recommended.

It has expandable sides, and a little storage pocket. And it's resistant to chewing. I'm really glad I didn't buy a cheaper one, and I can't stress enough that it's cheaper to buy a quality one the first time than have a zipper break or a tear in the middle of your trip. My trip in total was 4 flights and 4 hours in the car, with him being with me for half of it and having the longest layover of my day. I could only really let him out a couple times, so this next part was incredibly helpful.

I mailed the carrier to my breeder,

at her behest. This was *huge* because the siblings got their scent on it and he was acclimated to being in it before I got to him. It acted as a secure place for him to ride in the car and for his first few nights here, he slept in there through the night.

And now that he's in his crate, the removable pad with scents on it has been instrumental in establishing the crate as a safe place for him.

Video of why I'm really glad I got the durable carrier.

Please consider what you're wearing that day.

Wear clothes you don't need to fuss with *at all* that's normal airport protocol- but I can't stress this enough, you're carrying the puppy in your arms through the TSA checkpoint and other people will be fussing over him. Make sure your appearance and personal bag is no fuss.

See: jeans, hoodie, puppy treat and potty bag that can be shoved into my personal Item, and a no fuss backpack.

In my personal travel bag I kept:

Pee pads, his food from the breeder, a change of clothes in case of incidents, a portable battery to charge my phone, collapsible food and water bowls, collar and leash incase one wasn't provided, and SEVERAL toys in there.

The toys were great for waiting in the terminal. I'd expand the sides of the crate and introduce a new toy to him to help him run a bit of energy out before we had to board.

Peepads: Even though airports have animal relief areas, chances are they're either kind of gross or your dog may be a little too young for it to be safe. I was traveling through one of the busiest airports in the world, and nobody was checking jack shit so I opted for potty breaks to occur in bathrooms with pee pads. He didn't end up going but it's better to be prepared.

I flew Delta and used Skymiles accumulated from our credit card with them that we pay off monthly, so the only thing I paid for out of pocket was 95.00 to bring Argos on board. My flight only costed 20k miles total, and that was only a small portion of what we'd accumulated over the 6 months we've been using the card. I think it's worth considering if you're planning to fly to a breeder. It enabled me to go anywhere in the country that Delta flies and not worry about costs.

Day of hack: double check your flights on the airlines app and switch your seat if possible. I swapped one of my return flight seats to an empty row for 15.00, which meant I could have my carryon and him with me at the same time and that was very nice for readjusting where my stuff was and taking a damn nap. Because at this point, I'd been up for about 18 hours and still had 7 hours of traveling before I'd get home.

I think my last thing is that if you're like me and you do have an invisible disability- ask if you can preboard. Dont be afraid to say "hey, i have this problem and standing in the heat while carrying a bunch of stuff is potentially going to cause an episode. " The employees were extremely nice, and willing to work with me. Ultimately, I went through all of this because he's a service dog prospect and will hopefully help.

Small things for me specifically prior: ate in the morning and right before I picked him up, he was able to chill in his carrier while I ate dinner at a restaurant in the airport- didn't make any sounds. He slept the whole time. I don't think I couldve eaten in the food court, too much to carry between him and my main bag.

I think that's it. I may add to this if I remember anything I forgot.

Edited to add: for my besties with miscellaneous illnesses-

A baggie with your medicines is IMPORTANT. Do not forget some dramamine, advil, Tylenol, whatever, pack it if there's a small chance you'll need it!

I ended up getting migraine symptoms like 5 hours into travel, and that was not a day I could afford to have blurred vision. <3 remember to take care of YOU on the journey.

[urbancreative]

Our multi purpose 100 % hemp draw string bag can be used in the home or outside for any number of uses in the kitchen, shopping plastic free for grocery and fresh produce, as a laundry bag, travel accessory or toy storage.

[pandorafallz]

Ashes in Her Wake | C13

The average distance a horse could travel was about 40 km to 64 km per day, with some stop time and foraging. A well-trained horse could reach about 160 km per day with frequent breaks to regain strength to carry on. A Direhorse had two extra sets of legs than a horse and could reach 95km per hour with all of their legs working together if they had to flee. So faster and durable than a horse and could go further.

Alma found it interesting to keep track but ultimately, she had little reference of the land to truly estimate her position from her last in her three days of travelling but she knew how to track her position of going North then east. But by assumption, based on speed

She was not near the heartlands, but she had progressed away from the Upper Plains for there to be a distinct shift in biome; the grass was more tinged with red tips, beautiful multi-coloured flora on winding bushes and huge areas of open fields which starched on for miles and miles, so it was a fairly easy route to see where she was going. Stopping a few times to rest before carrying on.

On the morning of day four, however, Leyapay refused to be saddled and trotted away grumpily every time Alma tried to approach her with the saddle.

“<Come on,>” She set the saddle down in a huff, following her mount to pull her back to camp rather than letting her wander off.

They had made camp in a fairly nice area near a distant river, taking refuge in a bush pod so they both had protection from the elements but the pod bushes were getting further and far between. So her refuge would be less safe once the bushes were gone.

The solution to that was a tent.

Alma didn’t have a tent.

She caught Leyapay and patted her back leg to pull her attention around before the Direhorse turned with a huff. Alma connected back to her before she felt the Direhorses tiredness. Not exhausted like the typical end-of-day stop but a consistent tiredness that came with overworking. She wasn’t used to this sort of travel. Before they left the upper plains and the Kinglor forest, they had long stops at the field labs so it didn’t matter but now they were here…

“<Okay, we can stay here a few days.>” Alma decided, “<But then we should get moving.>

Which did give her time to think about her camping situation. So it wasn’t all bad; she could still be productive.

Leyapay trotted back with her for a few meters then turned off to hunt for pitcher plants to feed from and disconnected from her as she did so. Alma sighed, wincing at the sharp disconnect but returned to her bush pod camp and set her basket back in with her saddlebag. Unpacking some of her tools again and refitted her hammock back to where she had put it for the night and ultimately emptied the basket out to use it.

Perhaps it was happenstance but Alma had spotted blooms close to the nearby stream on her way. Not Rain Thistles that the Upper Plain has but these ones she noted only opened in direct sunlight so she assumed it was related. So that would give her something to do as she pondered. Gathering supplies was oddly enjoyable after all.

She eyed her mount, balancing the basket as she went her way towards the river that was about twelve metres from her bush. Her spear, she kept looped at her back ready to use at a moment’s notice. Just in case because… this was still unknown territory.

Sure, gathering blooms would give her supplies to turn to thread to loom into material. Enough would see she could craft a small tent which would require means to not only create an actual structure but also structural support.

Leyapay only had a saddle and two means of storage. Both were filled with the need-to-survive items that had been gifted to her or the shit she had stolen from the field lab. She couldn’t carry a tent in a basket or a bag. A wheel-drawn wagon was out of the question in Na’vi cultures so some sort of sled to be dragged was the next best thing.

Another Direhorse might actually help. If she created a tent that folded or broke down and became compact, she had a means of having a tent. But she had only one kuru and no other company. So a sledge of sorts made more sense.

Alma knew the sledges were often made of wrapped-together reeds. The Zeswa tents were massive and took time to collapse as the Zakru walked. Their tents were designed in a manner to become sledges for the Direhorses to drag. Reed frames were stripped and the fabric was stored. The frames were then folded into natural segments and set into a sledge-like configuration with a cover to keep things contained. Anything within the tent often was set inside and attached to the saddle of the mount.

Alma set her basket down as she approached the first collection of blooms. A few blues and purple but her eyes were to the beautiful shade of forest green blooms. It was good quality, her fingers touching over it to get a feel for it before she pulled the bloom; she’d rather not collect anything unripened and useless. Content to feel this was workable, Alma gently pulled the bloom but she curled the bloom at a slight circular motion to fully release it without hampering its condition.

Personally, Alma didn’t need anything massive for a tent; it was just for her and perhaps Leyapay so the scale was just them. A small reed frame was workable but it would take a few days to gather and more to craft, excluding the fact Leyapay’s saddle needed adjustments… and if her Direhorse would be willing to accept the extra weight a tent frame would need.

Still, that was some time away, she had to make the fabric. She still had the spare hammock; she could use that to store any fabric sheets she’d make beside her saddlebag.

Alma took her time harvesting the blooms and filling the basket, noting how a little bigger they were as she did so, getting the other two colours and qualities as well; the colours these threads would spare her any dye for them; she had little patience for that. More work than she could give right now. Natural colours worked just as well.

There was little point in getting too much as well; she needed to process it all and spin it before it could be of any use which again was a time burner on top of keeping track of food supplies and making sure everything was in order with her camp.

She could spend all her time today working on getting what she had gathered spun into yarn or looming thread, it may not be enough. Still, there were still bushpods ahead to be her camp and staying here was counterproductive long-term; the plants needed to regrow their blooms in peace. She could follow the river to keep close to the blooms so she wouldn’t run out of raw materials on her trip through this region.

Better plan for now.

Inside, she settled down onto the grass, organised the blooms by colour and began to prep the blooms into useable fibres to spin with her tools. Her fingers worked, but her mind still wandered.

With a fair idea of her camp situation, the next concern was food. Her supplies were low now and while the bushpods had pod fruits, it was not enough for her to live on. Her dried meat was nearly gone now and there were only a few recognisable root-based plants she could dig up.

Her side now had healed, and her rib felt strong enough to actually handle a weapon in a useful way. Her burns were healed enough to not compromise her flexibility. So she had little reason to turn away from the notion of hunting for meat. Kìoetey had learned within days of using a bow. Natural instinct, even but she had no bow to consider a ranged weapon.

She could grit her teeth with the butchering process, even if it made her queasy but Okul hadn’t cared when they brought a dead Meer Deer to her; she needed to learn how to butcher respectfully. They had gone on about uses of things she hadn’t considered, telling her to bury and return to Eywa on what she couldn’t use and showed her how to dry or cure the meat for travel. To process an animal, its meat and by-products, it would cost her two days minimum to stay at a camp.

So getting a tent was probably a priority first. Bones would be useful for making more tools and in her case, she could do with more resources on hand. Hide would be good as well, come to think about it. Plenty of uses as well. Any tent she’d made would need to be made waterproof. Looming fabric was her current plan but hide would cut down a lot of work to create her tent. It could take her weeks, maybe a month to produce enough fabric to be used as a tent.

Alma sighed deeply, tossing her prepped ball of fibres into the pile and reaching for the next. Leyapay seemed to trot by into the bushpod then happily sat down and rolled onto her back to scratch an itch before she flopped back onto her side to rest.

“<You sleep like you’ve been shot.>” Alma remarked to her mount, “<I thought you were more graceful than that>”

The Direhorse didn’t move or get up.

-

By lunchtime, the blooms had been processed and Alma threw the seeds that she found inside out and let them scatter naturally downwind and took some water from the river to her fire to boil for lunch. She took the time to take a mental inventory of her food as she prepped a simple vegetable stew.

As anticipated, low meat and fruits. Seeds were more plentiful. There were a few cloud-spitters about so harvesting more wasn’t too bad but they required prep-time to go further. The handfuls of seeds were encased in a nodule shell so that had to be boiled or steamed to soften for her to get entry to the goods. Carrying them around in the shell was care easier to carry them so she could harvest as she went. Not a concern.

The seeds, if need be found be ground up to be made into flour, so it was a seed-grain staple that the Zeswa certainly made good use of. So it had plenty of uses so there was that for her. At least Okul showed her how to make their Grain soup, a Kame’tire speciality.

Alma checked her herbs and seasoning, glad to see the small canteens weren’t that low. She had written on the bottom what was in and what plants produced them. Salt, she was near out of. Once she hit an ocean or a salt-water body of water that was easy to get more of.

She took her time in prepping her meal, adding a little more to have an extra serving for the night before she repacked her supplies up once the stew was cooking. Leyapay still slept like a dead horse all the while.

Alma ate it quickly, setting a lid over the leftover stew and setting it to cool down before she returned to her pile of floof and spindle and carried on with her yarn.

Leyapay eventually woke after a few hours with a gruff, startling Alma enough to drop the spindle and glowered as her sleep-disorientated Direhorse pottered out to the afternoon sun.

“Aye, yai yai…” Alma picked up her spindle, picked up her fluff and put it into the basket before she trudged outside with it; probably wise to get some more sun today. Alma left her finished bobbins inside by her things and took a seat on the grass.

She still had a few hours of light left before bed as well so better make the most of it.  

Leyapay totted about, wandering back and forth, to the river, in the river; slip once and tried to play it off by sticking her tongue straight into a pitcher plant. Alma rolled her eyes at her antics.

-

Alma was almost done with her blooms, three left of a fine quality then she noticed movement up north of her bushpod and kept an eye as it came closer to realise it wasn’t a creature but a group.

A group of six Na’vi on the back of Direhorse and clearly a wandering group. She watched, a little nervously as they seemed to change from one course directly towards her when they noticed her presence here. The closer they got, she noted they looked very Zeswa-like in attire and hairstyle but they were very far from the Zeswa’s home Camp.. Traders, maybe?

Four were male, one being a child, with two women. They had two sledges between them but it looked like they all shared the burden of supplies between the five Direhorses. She could feel their eyes on her and how they took note of her humble and clearly makeshift camp in their approach.

Alma rose to her feet, fiddling with her spindle but offered them a Na’vi gesture as a welcome to be polite. Na’vi didn’t see strangers as dangerous without provocation so it was counterproductive to be grumpy and wish them away. They wouldn’t harm her.

“<I see you, wanderer.>”

“<I see you, Traveller.>” Alma greeted back, eying the group but she felt a great sense of excitement to actually… talk to the people. Three days without interaction with a person who could talk back so this was a wonderful change. Maybe they could help her properly navigate.

“<My name is Vayhìp of the Zeswa. I travel with my son, Taru, my mate Kìpe and friends, Po'u, Wayhe and Vasat. The night is a few hours away, would you mind our presence for the night?>”

“<I am Alma.>” She greeted. “<I will need to relight the fire but you’re welcome to join me.>” She said, gesturing to her makeshift space. Why not?

Vayhìp nodded once before the group dismounted. Leyapay, interested appeared from the river and trotted very happily to the newcomers.

“<Leyapay.>” Alma tisked softly, coming to pull her away to get the group to unpack.

The boy gasped in delight. “<This one’s beautiful! She is not of the plains?>”

Alma smiled, running her hand down her sail. “<She is of the Clouded Forest. Her name is Leyapay.>” She introduced.

Taru laughed. “<That’s a funny name>”

It really was. Leyapay’s name in English is directly translated to Foggy. A pun, so to speak as she was from the clouded forest, renowned for fog and mist.

Alma helped a little with the group, restarted the fire and set down some of their baskets into a neat pile

“<Ul’ma, you’re a long away from the Hollows.>”

It took a second before she realised sharply she was being spoken to by the other woman, Vasat as she took the basket from her but she stalled a little on the fact the woman had… said the wrong name. Or perhaps had misheard her name, was the other conclusion.

Alma, as a name was not against any of the Na’vi gramma or language rules the Na’vi developed so it didn’t stick out as alien or even too foreign to the Na’vi. Names that had Bs or Ds were immediately known as alien since the Na’vi didn’t have those letters in the alphabet, G didn’t exist at the start of the name and typically only appeared in the latter half of a name, like Kitangi. J also didn’t exist which is why the Na’vi called Jake Tsyeyk in the Na’vi language. Alma, as a name could pass as a Na’vi name.

Decidedly, however, Alma decided not to correct the Na’vi woman. It was probably because her accent was not perfect yet as to why she misheard.

“<It is. The Clouded Forest is no longer my home.>” Alma sighed sadly, not lying since it really was a long way and not her home. From the Clouded Forest to the Kinglor forest, up and out of the Upper Plains to… where the hell she was now. Probably about 100 klicks now from the Upper Plains by her estimation of the last three and a half days. “<I take a wanderer’s path.>”

“<Are you heading up towards the Spires? The Ke'awa Kame'tire will surely offer a home for you.>” Vasat wondered.

“<Is that not west of the Clouded Forest?” Alma couldn’t help but ask. She was sure it was, right? Or were the Resistance’s data wrong?

Po’u snorted a little, passing by her with a basket of fruits that looked unfamiliar but smelt good and sweet. “<It is north of the Clouded forest, past the mountain range and easy to access through a series of cave systems that are easier to transverse than the world above. You can come through to access the spires from The Heart of the Plains by crossing its small ocean. I’m surprised you don’t know this>” gesturing to her attire to make a point.

Alma pursed her lips tightly. They thought she was Kame’tire… which was a fair assumption based on the presenting facts of her clothes and Direhorse. Should she correct them? Or let them live the assumption.

“<I’ve lived a very sheltered life with little venture.>” Alma reasoned, setting the last basket down. “<It’s pleasing to hear I am heading in the right direction then.>”

“<It is two days of travel north and you go north-east for half a day before you reach the Stone Herd of the Heart of the plains, We came from there >” Vayhìp spoke, guiding his son to help his mother as they freed the Pa’li from the sledge and detached saddles and set them down. “<Then simply north until you reach Rider’s Regret then northeast to Stone Landing where another Zeswa trading post resides. They can find means of getting you across or direct you to the Spires from there.>”

“<Are you traders?>” Alma asked, setting the stand over the fire before Vasat hung her cook pot over the top and Wayhe went to collect water.

“<Yes, but mostly from the Heartlands to The Circle. As the Zakru wander the Heart of the Plains too, not just the Upper Plains so some of us travel to not only gather trading items but also to keep company to the wandering giants. We paint them and make them beautiful. It makes them happy>” Vasat smiled.

Their conversation halted and soon, Alma helped them as they worked together to build up their tent. Not massive, not tiny either and they tied their hammocks to the reed supports.

It gave her a lot to see; to understand how their tents worked. It was still very open, but she noted how they built it up facing away from the wind. Using bone-based strakes to keep the fabric pinned to the ground. It was good to learn from and she helped with setting down the mats underneath as the group settled the baskets into the tent and settled down. Wayhe just set a mat down as they were out of space for the last hammock.

By then, the twilight had set in and soon, food was being prepped and cooking. Alma set her cook pot beside the fire to heat up, listening as the group conversed but mostly, Alma found herself talking to Vayhìp and sipping some sweet berry and milk tea. Like a hot milkshake but…wonderful.

“<Your Pa’li, she looks young. Has she been your mount for long, Ul’ma?>” Vayhìp was asking.

“<No, the Tsakarem of the clan, Okul found her and brought her to me before I left. They thought my travel would be safer on a mount. I had planned to travel by foot as I have no Ikran. I considered a Pa’li if I got to the Upper Plains.>” Alma explained, both watching as Leyapay once again began to follow one of the males with a clear… display of intent. “<Do you think she’ll be able to convince him?>”

Vayhìp watched with a grin as Leyapay huffed as the male dodged her. “<She is an eager one. I doubt she will succeed with him.>”

“<As someone who knows… little, do the Pa’li have heat cycles or do they take any opportunity to mate?>”

“<When they feel safe to do so, they’ll take the opportunity. Older Pa’li will mate but are often put off by eager ones with higher sexual drives. Your mare looked to be an adult but most likely never mated and has not conceived before. Since ours are all male, she is most likely feeling the instinctive desire to mate without female competition.. She may only have a chance with your youngest seat.>” he gestured to the smaller of the five, who was curled up and clearly relaxing. Leyapay had not noticed him yet.

“<Should we let it happen or let them get involved?>”

“<They do not mate for life. Pregnancy will last about 10 months but there is no guarantee of success if they do mate.>” Vayhìp didn’t sound concerned so Alma dropped it from there. It would hamper her travels if Leyapay got knocked up but she supposed she’d have to wait and see; a foal wouldn’t hurt in the long run if she was still travelling.

Soon enough, their food was cooked and Alma happily ate through her leftovers in gentle conversation.

“<What news do you have from the Upper Plains?>” Vasat asked curiously, pulling the attention to Alma as she did so. “<It is been six months since our last visit. You travelled through their land. Is all well?>”

Alma winced a little. “<A…a lot has happened. Sky people…>” She didn’t meet their eyes but they understood the implication. Their concern grew and she saw Vayhìp and Kìpe exchange worried looks before she reached for her son’s shoulder who was more occupied with eating than listening. Small blessings.

“<What did they do?>” Wayhe asked next, leaning forwards. “<The clan, are they well?>”

Alma stared into her cup for a moment. “<The clan lives. But… the Sky people brought down the Celebration arches. Many Zeswa were killed.>”

A few shocked gasps echoed in muffled horror. Vasat’s eyes narrowed, jaw tightening in distaste. Po’u’s hissed quietly.

“<The Zeswa, Aranahe, Kame’tire and a human resistance battled the sky people and took out the sky people home there and they have left the lands.>” Alma swiftly added, to stop the group from spiralling from the news. “<The battle was won. The victory was secured. The clans are healing now.>”

Vayhìp inhaled deeply, his eyes on his mate as Kìpe pulled their son into their lap and hugged him closely.

“<The Kame’tire joined the fight?>” There was a scoffed. “<After—>”

“<The Kame’tire are innocent of the believed crime.>” Alma interrupted Po’u who was speaking. She had a sense that the guy didn’t like her. Either because he noticed her extra fingers or just because he thought she was Kame’tire. But it didn’t matter to the why. “<Sky people targeted the Sarentu to take their children. Mokasa told the sky people where they would be and hid the truth and his part in it. He put the blame onto Anufi’s shoulders and she believed it. She is innocent.>” Alma omitted mentioning her own involvement as to them she was just a wanderer; they didn’t need to know. “<Mokasa has since been exiled from the clan. His actions do not reflect the clan as a whole.>” She glared him down a little.

Vayhìp held his hand out as Po’u went to speak, silencing the man’s words, “<Now is not a time for rising ire from another clan needlessly. If what Ul’ma is saying is right, we should not judge. We will hear far from our mother clan when we return to the Circle.>”

Po’u glowered before he begrudgingly nodded.

Alma took a steady breath herself, finishing up her meal and headed away and cleaned down her pot in the river. Nor was she alone for long before she felt another presence coming up behind her first before settling beside her.

“<I apologise for Po’u.>” Vasat’s voice was soft, “<He… has a history with some of your people, Ul’ma. I cannot share details but do not take his words to heart.>”

Alma shook her head. “<I do not care that his words are directed to me, but… I care for Anufi and the people I left behind. She…didn’t deserve that burden.>” And the fact was, despite her own part in it, Anufi did not hold her in the same light as Mokasa. Anufi had been concerned for her; getting her spirit transferred into a new body but cared for at the Hollows. Sending Okul out to check in on her… how could she not defend the Tsahìk’s honour? “<It will take time for the truth to settle.>”

Vasat stared for a moment then nodded. “<I take it you will go to the Spires to the Ke'awa Kame'tire? I heard they left after the clan pulled away, so they left the Hollows altogether. Will you let them know of the truth?>”

Alma remained quiet as night finally closed in, leaving darkness for a moment before the glow of the plants seemed to flow into delicate life.

“<I suppose so. My main objective was the Heart of the Plains given I had heard of its beauty and see which clans may accept me in the neighbouring areas but I could detour and see the Ke'awa Kame'tire. They deserve to know.>” She could… stay with the clan if they accepted her. The Kame’tire at the Hollows may not have accepted her, nor did they exile her but there was a chance here. She could ask. If not, then she could move on… see the rest of the world. The heartlands were empty of Na’vi, aside from these wandering traders and Zakru so really, it was a good place to still pass through. Maybe Anufi would appreciate it?

Vasat nodded once. “<We only plan to stay the night here. It is a shame we’re going in opposite directions.>”

“<Will you be going straight off tomorrow?>”

“<Why do you ask?>”

Alma hesitated, pondering about this… opportunity.“<I… I do not know how to hunt with a spear…or a bow for that matter, I barely know how to make a bow. I’m a better gatherer than a hunter. But I will need to know if I am to get meat. My own supplies are low. I need a long-term solution.>”

Vasat stared for a moment, “<You’ve not been trained?>”

“<I can fish with a spear. I would have learned before I left the Clouded forest but I was healing from wounds inflicted by the sky people. I could not stay longer.>” The healing burns were proof of that. They all saw it. “<My body now has the strength to wield a weapon that I didn’t have before.>”

The Zeswa trader eyed her for a long moment. “<Vayhìp is a patient trainer. I can ask him to help you learn the basics with our son’s training bow. Do you have supplies to craft a bow?>”

“<Okul did pack some strings that can be used for a bow but no branch.>” It was tucked away in her saddle bag. Made from Meer Deer tendon, if she wasn’t mistaken. She never thought to use it but it made sense as to why they included it; she’d have access to a string but she still had to make her bow. At least she had her notes on the process but still… trial and error.

“<You can make your own bow out of Scimitar Palm’s branches that grow within the feathered grasslands of the Heart of the Plains. A very pliable wood.>” Vasat noted, “They grow in the feathered grasslands. For high-quality branches, I’d recommend claiming the branches from Stone Landing.>”

“<Okay>” Sounded like a plan.

Vasat nodded once. “<I notice you are spinning a lot of thread. Are you creating something?>”

Alma finished cleaning her pot, “<I have no tent but I know I will need one sooner or later. I figured I could put a start into making one.”

The woman snorted softly. “<Thread and loom fabric is not the way for a whole tent, especially for the sharp winds and weather these regions had.>” She leads the way back towards the camp at a slow pace as she continues. “<Hide of the vekreng is the main material for our tents and easier to get but it does take life to provide you with the materials. If you cannot hunt for enough, then there is a camp in the Heartlands that you can trade for Vekreng hide or even a small tent. You can work with the camp to create something if you have little to trade with. The threads you’ve created could be useful if you’re willing to part with them.>”

“<What’s the camp called?>” That was good information to know; it would be more efficient to aid in this. Frankly, she was willing to make the months’ work to create something but this was far better. Sustainable even.

“<Shaded pool>” Her hand reached out, grasping her shoulder with clear importance to her next words “<There is a southern mountain close by called A Fools Retreat. Do not climb it. Just travel along the Teardrop Lake and its northern river and remain on its left side and you should be fine. The camp resides on an island in the river.>”

Alma’s ears perked up in alarm. “<Palulukan?>” There was little else that could cause this much concern, even in passing. Yet, she was grateful to know that. She didn’t want to die stupidly.

Vasat nodded. “<A mated pair, yes.>” She dropped her hand.

“<Thank you. I do not know the area…>”

Vasat snorted a little. “<We know it well. I will tell you more of what to expect, Kame’tire>”

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