news had finally reached the tiny island of Besaid that another calm was here. not that it was hard to miss it all, even on an island such as theirs. High Summoner Braska, they called him, the latest defeater of Sin. Wakka had gone to the temple to pray in thanks. who knew how long this would last, but he wanted to make the most of it. think of how many trips to Luca he could make without having to look over his shoulder! perhaps this was the year he'd even join the Aurochs too!
he was at the beach, partially watching as a new ship came in, partially working on practicing his skills. he only turned his attention fully toward the ship as the people on it started to disembark. there were usually a few locals on it, returning home after making their way to Kilika or Luca for some reason, but that's not what caught his attention. no, on this boat, were a strang blue, cat-like man, with his hand encompassing a young girls. he began to approach the docks.
he figured the former was one of the Ronso he always heard about. a brief flicker of wonder came through at what one was doing all the way out here, usually they stayed within range of their mountain. another thought flickered to the broken horn on his head. this was all pushed to one side as he focused more on the young girl at her side. she couldn't have been older than 7 or 8. it was hard to tell what the Ronso was thinking, though were they particularly expressive anyway? Wakka wasn't sure, he didn't know any Ronso. this one was stoic enough. the girl would be easier to read.
arms went up so his hands rested behind his head, before calling to them. "Hey, you guys okay? We don't see too many Ronso out here."