Narron watched from his fishing boat as a big ship loomed into the horizon.
The fisherman paused what he was doing and smiled, eager for the chance to meet new friends. He turned to his partner, a lad named Yolino, who was just learning the trade and had just moved in from a further away village.
"You never seen traders before, have you?" he kindly asked the boy.
The boy shook his head, fascinated with the thought of strangers. Narron chuckled as he ruffled his hair. He was tempted to fly out to the ship and see which it was, but he didn't need to; a light-skinned Yoreiri flew over head towards the island, a man with colorful wings.
"Ah! I got it!" exclaimed Narron, eagerly as he wiped the sweat off of his brow with the end of the green scarf he had tied around his head.
"Got what?" replied Yolino as the net started to be tugged on violently, "We got our catch."
"That's not what I meant," protested Narron as his strong arms began to pull in the net.
Rajko and his white-skinned mother, Killaroja were here; he knew it.
"Pull!"
After a minute's struggle, the two looked upon their pile of fish with satisfaction. It wasn't necessary to get anymore; that would be enough for the rest of the day, for Narron had to trade them, too.
It took the two almost twenty minutes to get back to shore, set up a large, colorful rug at the port and distribute the fish into five large woven baskets which were placed around it. In a smaller basket, Narron plopped five fish inside.
"Trade with it, eat it, share it; it's yours," he told the youth.
Yolino gave a broad grin at the payment, gave Narron his thanks, and bolted off into the crowd.
The man smiled as he stretched and flattened the cloth of dirtied white trousers, ready to do business.
Yes, The Dancing Star had made port...Lots of foreigners with stories to tell and things to trade were here. This was good. Celebrations would also happen, he mused, which brightened his mood even more. Perhaps he could even perform and dance!
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a pair of colorful wings. Immediantly, Narron's eyes were focused on the figure- sure enough, it was Rajko.
Narron waved his hands.
"HEY!" the man shouted, trying to talk over the crowd, "Rajko! Welcome!"