Frute must've fallen asleep during his reverie, because when he opened his eyes again the sun had set. He silently cursed at himself, and stood up. Wandering around the house, he found Mye in her room, flapping her orange and yellow wings. She looked at him.
"I fell asleep, didn't I?" Frute asked her.
"Yes. I was a little worried for a bit." Mye replied. She looked out the window. "Well, do you want to leave now or wait until tomorrow?"
"We can leave now, if we have everything." Frute said.
Mye nodded. "Yep. I have everything packed and evenly divided between the two of us." She walked over to her bed and reached underneath it, pulling out five average-sized bags (well, they were more like large pouches). She handed Frute two of them, and strapped the rest onto her neck and forelegs.
"I thought you said it was divided evenly between the two of us." Frute said.
"Yes, yes, I know. I mean ration-wise. There's no way I'm making you carry three bags that are moderately heavy." Mye replied casually, flicking her tail. "Come on; Mom and Dad might be home soon." Frute nodded, and stepped out of the way for Mye to lead. While she did give him a questioning look, he tried to ignore it.
The two dragonets walked out of the house and through the village. By now, the path was mostly clear, besides the adults walking their young dragonets home or dragons coming to and from the leader's tent.
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Due to Freedom's relatively small size, it only took them two hours to follow the path to the southern village. By now, the sun had set, and flamesilks, SkyWings, and SandWings could be seen happily lighting the lanterns, talking amongst themselves. Frute didn't know much dragons from this side of the island—apart from Sahara, the village leader. She had helped him when he first came, and he was hoping she could help him again.
Frute found the friendly SandWing not very far from the village entrance. Sahara smiled sweetly when she saw him.
"Frute. Have you been doing well?" She said.
"Yes, ma'am." Frute replied. "I was hoping you could lead us to a boat?"
Sahara looked over at Mye, then back at Frute. "There's a dock not far from here, on the beach." She explained. "There's a SeaWing willing to ferry dragons around the island, but I think he's closing up soon. Of course, there are boats for anyone to use under the normal rules—no reselling, no stealing, and make sure no one else is using it."
"Thank you." Frute said, nodding. Sahara just smiled again in return, and went about her own nightly business. Frute looked to Mye, who had been standing beside him. "Let's go." She nodded.
Frute started to walk to the dock, waving to the few dragons he knew. Like Sahara said, the dock wasn't that far from the village entrance. He would have to figure out how to repay her later.
Once they were at the dock, it was easy to find a boat that could fit two. Most of them were made for only two dragons, but there were some with enough room for five. Frute decided on the least fancy one—it was a simple wood brown, with a faded blue design on it. He guess it used to belong to one of the village leaders.
"How do we know if it's being used?" Mye asked.
"I think there's usually a flag." Frute said, gently poking the boat to see how well it could hold up. "And not a lot of people row their own boats. Most take a ferry."
"I wish there was a boat to Pyrrhia." Mye mused. "Then we wouldn't have to navigate by ourselves."
Inwardly, Frute agreed. But he also knew that they would be questioned if they did go to a boat leading straight to Pyrrhia. It was highly discouraged to go back to Pyrrhia, especially with the war. Freedom was a refuge for the helpless—if dragons went and boasted about it now, the war could spread to Freedom as well.
Frute sighed, and slowly got in the boat. It creaked as he did so, but didn't break. He gestured for Mye to join him, and she did.
Both Mye and Frute were smaller than average, so they fit into the boat—which was made for two grown ups—with room to spare. They sat facing each other.
"I'll start rowing; try to get some rest, okay?" Frute said. "We can switch when I get tired." Mye nodded, and curled up in a sort of ball. It was obvious she wasn't used to her new wings yet, so Frute tried to be as silent as he could when he took the paddles beside him and began rowing to his old home.