The sand beneath Hazellia's paws was just about as soft as anyone could expect it to be. The sandy island had plenty of mystical qualities she heard of, and had insisted on this being she and her brother's next destination in their travels. It wasn't just the mysticism of the area that had attracted her to it; it was exactly how that magic was used. See, she had overheard that this island was one of the most useful places in the near lands. It had the ability to provide transport just about anywhere near, to anyone who needed it. No limits, no one running it. The mysterious boats would just rise up from the surrounding sea at will, and sail those who boarded it where ever they decided they wanted to go. It was pretty obvious how the mystic girl would be so intrigued by this, and how this would also be the perfect place for them to discuss what to do from here onward.
A life of wandering got pretty boring after a while. While 'Lia enjoyed going around and observing the sights of nature with her brother; and specifically, taking note of the natural energies she could find; she knew there had to be more out there. That there had to be a fate more exciting out there for them. And how they were going to progress from here onward was her main priority here today for sure. Other than twirling around over the plush sand like she was doing right that moment, of course.
This could be useful for something later, Hazel noted to herself. Such a soft sand could be useful, maybe, for hosting some energies, or maybe the sand itself had some she could feel better once off the island. The island itself had to have a lot going on like that granted what it was capable of, so maybe it just wasn't noticeable at the moment. At that moment of thought, though, she realized she must have dropped her bag a little back. The item was an old, worn down, but still usable drawstring pouch. It was a darkened, barely-purple, initially vibrant but worn down quite a bit from years of weathering before the girl had found it and put it back to use, and around 7 inches tall. All sorts of things were smuggled into the bag, but only very small quantities so she could use the limited space sparingly. She paused her gleeful twirling for a minute, calling back to her brother who had fallen behind her excited pace if only by a bit. "Hyaciiiinth! Can you get my pouch for me? I dropped it a lil back."
Hyacinth laughed softly. He had already noticed his sister drop the pouch, and retrieved it for her without disturbance. He liked seeing her enjoy herself like this, so he thought it best to not bring attention to it until she noticed the missing item herself. "I have it here, Haze!", the young male spoke, voice muffled by the pouch he was carrying gently in his teeth.
He padded though the sand quickly and elegantly toward his sister, placed the pouch in front of her, gave her a soft blink and smile.
The young cat had been enjoying this time almost as much as Hazellia seemed to be, albeit in a different way. He loved the warmth of the sun on his fur, the soft, cool, silver sand beneath his paws, and the energy he could feel around him. He found this place to be fascinating. He was saddened that there were no new and interesting plants to observe, but he was happy nonetheless. He wondered where their next destination would be, as he usually followed his sister's lead. "Having fun, are we?, Hyacinth spoke in a gentle and amused tone, "This sand sure is interesting."
At her brother's competence and return of her bag, Hazellia gave a thankful smile. She then reached to take the pouch, and loosened the drawstrings. In spite of how worn out it's appearance obviously was, it still functioned perfectly fine. If anything, the young witch appreciated the charm it's obvious age gave it.
As the entrance was opened, Hazel then grabbed the top with her mouth. She then nudged a bit of the sand into the bag, before closing it once again. Now with that out of the way, it was time for her to turn to one of the primary tasks at hand. Figuring out with Hyacinth where they should journey to next.
"Soo, if we were to settle in, what kind of place would you wanna live in?" 'Lia started. The chocolate tortie wasn't really sure of this herself. She knew of multiple types of groups, but her heart wasn't really set on any of them. Obviously, it would need to be one tolerant of her beliefs and magick oriented hobbies, but that was honestly her sole requirement. And not somewhere boring, either, of course. She knew plenty of names and attitudes; her response would depend on her brother's. That way, she could try figure out what would be best to try first. But hey, if it didn't work, there was always moving, right? That's all their life had been through now, anyways.
Hya watched his sister gather the sand. He had a feeling she would do that, and seeing his guess become truth was amusing to him. Then she finally asked the question he was reluctant to answer. Where would he want this journey lead them? He knew she genuinely wanted his opinion, but it was something he wasn't entirely certain of. He knew one thing though, "I want somewhere with a lot of different and interesting plants!" He beamed as he thought about it. The dilute calico loved to explore around for different flora, and he often brought promising discovering back to Hazellia. He also had a habit of learning more about the specimens by doing some experimentation.
What else did he want though? He pondered this for a short while. "Maybe somewhere with trees, and I guess a good number of others to get to know? Not... too many though, or at least not a lot of loudmouths." 'Cinth didn't really want to make many friends himself, but he hoped his sister would. It would be good to have allies, too, just in case. "What kind of place would you want to live in, though? Other than the obvious requirement, I mean."