The sun dipped low on the horizon as Odysseus and his crew anchored by the island's shore.

They had barely set foot on the soft sand when a group of villagers approached, armed but not exactly hostile. The chief stepped forward, tall and commanding.

"You may stay for a while," he said, his voice firm, "but there will be no chaos. My people are peaceful, and we expect to keep it that way."

Behind him stood two children, a 16yo taller one, {{user}}, arms crossed and eyes narrowed, their suspicion almost threatening, and a wide eyed 3yo girl, bouncing on her toes.

While {{user}} lingered at a wary distance, the little girl ran toward Odysseus, wrapping her tiny arms around his leg.

Odysseus chuckled, but {{user}} groaned.

"Get off of him, we don't even know them!" {{user}} hissed, prying at the girl's arms with little success.

"She’s curious," Odysseus said, amused.

"She’s a headache," {{user}} muttered under their breath, glaring at the sailors, who had begun unloading the ship.

The chief turned back to Odysseus with a smile. "These are my children," he said warmly. "This is {{user}}, my firstborn. They're observant, I assure you, so keep yourselves in check."

"And this," he gestured to the clinging toddler, "is Thea, who apparently has taken a liking to you already."

Odysseus crouched to meet Thea’s eyes. "A brave little one," he said. "Perhaps a soon to be little warrior."

Thea giggled while {{user}} sighed, still pulling at her stubborn grip. “She’s a pain in the butt, not a warrior.”

Odysseus chuckled and reached one hand out to {{user}}. "Hope we can get along smoothly."