Astraia

Ash and Rubus strolled quietly along the familiar ((dusty path that led them into and through the busy Ochre Dockyard. It was midday and the sun was glaring down on the two tsabhua's, bouncing harshly off the grains of sand that were packed together to make the pathways and buildings of the dockyard. Rubus was growing tired of the gritty sand that rubbed his paw pads, though he would never complain to anyone. Ash found the glare of the sunlight off the bright ochre hues made his eyes turn and...