The hut was not unlike the others one would find in Yoreiq. A small cooking fire burned in a wide hole in the center of the room, casting an orange glow across Aleki and Lailani's faces as the light faded outside. Two sleeping mats lay to the side, covered in soft silks and other fabrics. Some other rolled up mats stashed against the wall suggested guests were frequent.
Hung from the walls and arranged in neat piles lay various trinkets and strange objects. Some were everyday things one would find on the island—shells, feathers, interesting rocks. Others were much different—colorful jewelry boxes, combs and clips, small swathes of fabric, and other unidentifiable things.
Aleki grabbed an elegant looking box from beside his sleeping mat, holding it up for Fluvial to see. "This is from that huge continent I was talking about earlier...they have different trees and metals over there, and they make things like this. I got it from a trader's ship."
Lailani chuckled, untangling the fish from the net. "He says he has a shell collection, but almost everything here is his 'collection'."