The fools troupe was travelling once again, yet instead of staying in the Fool's Elysium you demanded to come along with your father as you were reaching the age of peak curiosity, and although wary, Brant agreed.

You sat atop the ship, Lario, watching as the water faded through colours and as the water weaved through Lario's fins. You watched as the sun set just as you began to stop near the edge of a shore for the group to settle down for the night. Yet you remained zoned out, watching the scene before you, looking out straight to the horiz-

"Hey squirt!" Your view was suddenly obstructed by Brant's hat being dropped on to your head. Causing you to look up at him. "Hey, we're getting ready for bed, and it is waaaaaay past your bedtime. Come on."