In what had surely been a long and harrowing journey so far, what with the threats and morons and what have you, Ikanbi had already settled in and set sail into the south from Astera. She nestled in where she landed, stayed a few weeks and had a good time, then set back out again after much studying and surveying, questioning, and researching of the area. She trained, and exercised every day, cooking and cleaning and checking in on the shop through the artifacts, conversing with Sia and Kuva and reminding them to drink water. She drank some herself, then washed it with a fair bit of rum alcohol and savored the aftertaste. "Hmm." She said to them and kissed them each on the cheek in a long huge. "I'll be off." And she was. Set by carriage, she made her way through the long roads, stopping several, several times to site gaze, pray, and meditate on her journey. She hit the local libraries and book stores, and browsed quite a lot. She hit the arcane shops and examined things with her watchful eye, taking mental notes here and there and committing things to her memory. After a while, she decided it would be funny to carry a journal, and scribe the events as well for when her eye was not operating.

She began to detail to the journey in her notebook, scribing away the spells she had seen Sia and Kuva tinker with over the last few weeks and writng them down, as well as making a drawing of Sia's two summons that appeared to have been made of water. "That was interesting, I hope she never turns." She thought, then wondered whether or not she herself might have to be the one to kill Sia if Sia were to turn into a vampire. She gazed out the window of the carriage as it traveled and stroked the large fox that sat next to her. "Good girl." She said to the fox, and tickled it under its chin. She smiled and removed her scarf, bundling the fox and carrying it with her as the carriage continued to travel. She sat with it in her lap, petting it on occasion and continued to think about the times events. She wrote in her journal, drawing more arcane spell concepts that she too had seen and thought of, things involving mirrors, pollen, moths, trees, and roots. Vines, ivy, poisons, fungus, and octopus'. Poisons. Venoms. Acids.

Ikanbi thought of poisons. She was a hunter, after all. She thought of Wolfsbane and vervaine, and lilac, deathshade, and nightingales. Dark secretions in the right doses that could, like apples, corrupt hearts easily enough she supposed. She would find her wild toxic hunter magic to tinker with and shoot rainbows into the hearts of the creatures of night.