You had just returned from sand-seal riding lessons with the friendly young lady who ran the local seal rental shop, shaking the desert sand out of your hair and approaching the village. As you make your way to the gates, you see a very pouty Riju waiting for you.

She could never seem to break out of this one childish habit— pouting. It was adorable, but really. “Had fun?” She said nonchalantly. “Yeah.” You respond with a grin, pretending not to notice her jealousy. “…you could have asked me for riding lessons, you know how good I am at it…” Riju finally admits, huffing slightly, adjusting an earring almost self-consciously. “Patricia and I have won so many races.”