Ava
Chris and I stepped off of the ferry for the second time in a week, and were instantly met with the hustle and bustle of the human world. Cars and motorcycles zoomed past, high-rise buildings stretched up into the sky, the sounds of street musicians and people talking and all the other sounds of the city melting together into one.
It was such a far cry from the quiet serenity of Moonstone, something that would have felt jarring not all that long ago.
But lately, it didn’t feel like so much of a shock. I felt as though I was becoming a bit more used to it, what with all of our recent ventures to the human continent. And in an unexpected sort of way, I was beginning to enjoy it.
Chris took my bag from my hands, carrying it for me without question.
“You good?” he asked, shooting me a
