Tycondrius was expecting his river journey with his young companion to potentially last multiple suns before finding anything worthy of note.
He was wrong-- but the surprise was a welcome one.
Not even half-a-bell had passed before Tycon spied a quaint log cabin near the riverbanks, partially hidden by thick foliage and a trio of naturally-formed hills.
"Is... that yours, Young Master?" He pointed.
"Dunno. Could be?" Tamaki placed his palm over his eyes, peering into the distance.
...As the sun shone through the boy's ghostly hand, the minute action seemed... not so effective.
"Even if it ain't, we sh'd still check it out," Tamaki added. "Whatever fella lives o'er there-- I wanna compl'ment him on account o' their fine workmanship."
"Ah," Tycon nodded. "Of course."
Tamaki of House Kimura was a genius.
