"Sigh." Orelia came over and leaned against the ship's rail, her small, red face slumping over it like a deflated balloon.
"What are you up to?"
"I'm imitating you, Mr. Colin." The young girl lifted her face in an instant, the corners of her eyes crinkling into a smile as pure as a lily. "You're always busy reading or practicing, looking just like a grandpa."
"Really? I'd say I'm pretty energetic."
"That just won't do! Come on, copy me."
Orelia threw her hands high into the air and started twisting her body, as if performing some strange workout routine.
"What in the world are you doing?" Colin asked.
"This is something a Martial Monk who came to study at my Monastery taught me. It's supposed to give you energy," the Tiefling said earnestly. "Hurry up and join in, Mr. Colin."
"Uh..." Colin glanced at the sailors staring curiously in their direction, then looked off into the distance and shouted, "It looks like there's a ship approaching up ahead!"
