Not all of our neighbors followed us. Some asked — demanded? — that we send back supplies.
We acknowledged their request, but our immediate task was to explore this Isle of Rapidity. What surprises would we discover? What surprises would discover us?
To survive in this strange land, we would have to befriend new neighbors. Living for so long atop Mount Annum, we had almost forgotten how to introduce ourselves.
But we had brought much to share. We had barely opened our packs when the wind seemed to whisper:
Here, gifts arrive almost before you send them.
Maybe it wouldn’t be so hard to make friends here.
And there was something inexplicably familiar about this island. Was it the scent of the flowers? The rhythmic waves in the distance? The chattering of wildlife, almost a chorus?
Here, a gift to your neighbor is equally a gift to yourself.
We felt a sudden shift in perception: the Isle of Rapidity was home.