A ship came to each clan's port, allowing the summoners to board. If a summoner was a rogue, or was not part of a clan, they were asked to meet up at the small harbor city of Callum. Nasreen was among the clanless and the rogues, standing at the edge of the dock, wind whipping through her long white hair, ears twitching as mist from the ocean hit the fur. Why was she here? That answer was simple. Nasreen stood there, head held high, eyes positioned on the horizon just for the simple reason that she was there to live, to gain honor, to make her parents crawl on their knees back to her and beg for forgiveness. A dark look passed over her face at the thought of her family; the family that left her, called her unfit. Now, she shall laugh in their face when they see her triumph over every clan in the province; they will beg her to allow them to her call daughter once more. This feat was not going to be easy; she never thought that. Nasreen looked back over her shoulder at the summoners. They are my adversaries, nothing more. A bond shall not be formed; my heart shall stay whole. Pursing her lips, she looked back at the horizon, sails coming into view. Squinting, she sighed. The time has come, Zion. Our time has come. Talking to him was of no use; Zion could not talk back, but she still made a habit of talking to him like he could. The clanless and rogues stepped onto the ship, greeted by a feast. Pah, a feast for the dead. Even though her mind told her to resist the temptation of food, her body needed it. Also, the way the food was set up and lit up by lanterns made it that much more appetizing. The smell of meat wafted into her nose... the sweetness of fresh fruit filled the air. Each plate looking better than the last with the glow of light on them. Without a word, she took a place from the table and found a spot on deck to sit. The journey would be long; they were days away from Millennium Gate. What was her plan for that time? Stay secluded, lock herself away from the others on board.. by this time, all of the other clans had already boarded. Nasreen cleaned her plate. With a sigh, she laid back on deck, the sun warmed wood radiating hear through her body, taking away the chilly edge in the wind. I enjoy the night most of all... don't you, Zion? She stared up at the midnight blue sky, mountains on one side of them. The planet Nephus was at its largest tonight, causing the moon Heshing to appear as a dwarf... even as a child Nasreen would lay out in the fields of her father's farm. That was the time she and Zion had just sealed their contract. It was hard adjusting to her new ears and tail, but the field did not judge her new appearance; the field would never judge her new appearance. The summoners were now a day's trip away from port. Each member knew what was ahead. Nasreen could feel the tension building over the last couple days on the ship. She barely spared three words to each summoner, exactly how she wanted it. Now, she was just coming on deck. Her ears laid flat, not wanting the wind to tickle her fur.. after awhile having your ears twitch over and over grew old. She bypassed some other summoners on deck and stood at the railing. Murmuring to herself softly, she leaned down on the railing, elbows down against it, chin resting in her palms. "I will be triumphant," Nasreen mumbled over and over to herself, having to encourage her heart as they grew closer to the inevitable.