Any other day, Quincy would've either been holed up in his residence, waiting for his next assignment to pop up, or somewhere in the waters of Caerel, fishing for a snack. Instead, he decided to check up on his parents, who've which got him right to work at some chores. As soon as he entered the cozy little homestead, his mother confiscated her son's sack, and had him sorting out and tidying notes. 

"You should visit more, she says! We miss you, she says!" He mumbled, collecting a series of illustrated scrolls. His father, overhearing the grumbling, assisted in the work. "Don't blame us, you could've just picked a better day to come in." Quincy grumbled some more.

"Didn't you say you had some sort of meeting today? Something important?" His father added. Quincy paused in reply. "Yeah, but I just came from that like, not too long ago..." He had a feeling he might've been wrong with the time. They were supposed to meet up somewhere else, right? Quincy's father gave him a look that only made him question his choices even more. He got a good look at the sun as he bolted to the front door. The sun was only beginning to rise. "Shit! Ambridge Ridge!" He was indeed wrong about the time. "Maaaaaahhm!" He called out, running back inside. "I need my stuff, i'm gonna be late-!" She met him head on, almost being bowled over in the process. 

"Here. I've lined the inside with waterproof fabric. Keep the sack closed tight enough, and your belongings should stay dry when you go swimming with Alejandra." She explained with a smile. A little surprised, Quincy wasn't expecting such a modification to be implemented so quickly. Either way, he wasn't complaining. "Thanks, Momma." Placing his spears in their designated holsters, he gave his mother a quick peck before sprinting down to the beach. He let out a shrill whistle as he neared the water. "Allie!" With a simple, frantic call, a majestic beast stretched out of the sea, arcing back in a loud, shrill call. Quincy wasn't impressed. 

"Who're you showing off for? C'mon Allie, we need to go." He rid himself of the loose clothing hanging from him, stuffing the articles into his sack. As the Sea Drake lowered back into the wake, Quincy dived in after her. "Hey, you remember we had to congregate in the desert, right? Sarge said? That was today, right?" He asked, mounting the dragon. She let out a few snappy trills in reply. "Well, why didn't you remind me? C'mon, we gotta get out to Ambridge Ridge...[i]alllllll[/i] the way on the other side of Caerel...the highest point, no less." Allie agreed with the complaining tone, snapping in return. "Tell me about it. No respect for the Sea Drakes." With that, Alejandra dove, speeding towards their destination.

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As a rider of a mighty sea serpent, initial training consisted almost entirely of learning the rivers, streams, ponds, and swamps of Caerel. Doubly so if they led back to the oceans. Unfortunately for the two, there weren't any rivers that cut completely through the island, and especially none that led to Ambridge Ridge. So, they'd have to take the long way around. 

Took a while, but eventually the two reached the dusty shores of the Ridge. In the grand scheme of things, such a quick trek would be nothing compared to the journey Anara had planned. The dragon and rider slowly breached, striding up the sand. Quincy sighed as he looked over the plain, sandy landscape. It wasn't much to look at, but the being one of the drier portions of the island, it wouldn't take much for him to dry up. Alejandra followed him out of the water. Her legs may've been smaller than most dragons, but they were still strong enough for her to walk on land with no hindrances. Curiosity overtaking her, Allie's eyes darted about the place, looking for peculiar things to sniff and poke. 

"Guess we weren't meeting on the beach..." He motioned towards his dragon, and the two began travelling inward. He remembered the mention of congregation at the tallest point of the area, much to his dismay. Telling noises cut across the quiet landscape, the distant cries of dragons giving the boy a rough idea of where they were meeting up. He began off in a trot, figuring he'd dress himself once he had a chance to meet with the others.