Asima gave her brother another glare, her tone light as she responded, "Then do something, Tem."

How could he not be overwhelmed, Asima's eyes darted around the new area. There seemed to be a million things to do and see.

"What do you normally do here?" The women continued, tossing the silky black tendrils of her hair behind her head once more, turning her gaze back to Nemiah.