The crew was able to dock in Cheres, the capital of Novianca. It was no Vicona for sure, but still had quite the charm. A lovely rainforest surrounded the city's land borders. Despite leaving the mist, the effects would subtly continue to linger upon the crew. Most of these changes now would be mental, as the changed crew now did not reject their new forms, but slowly began to enjoy and embrace them.
Emilia rubbed her new frizzy afro hair, giggling to herself briefly, before approaching some sailors from Cheres.
"Hello, uh, sailors!" She would say happily to the grinning men.
"Wowee! Did these Marqashi lasses come straight from the sea?" One of them would joke.
"Aye, they did! A ship full of 'em! Look!" The other would say as he pointed to the rest of the crew approaching.
Emilia would blink before turning to her sister who just arrived.
"Manuela, we can't introduce ourselves to them as Remanzas.. they'd think we're crazy, since we no longer look like the sons of Dom Vasco."
"I hope you have something in mind, sister?" Manuela would respond, not taking the time to pause before refering to Emilia as her sister.
"Do not worry, I've got this." Emilia smirked before turning to the sailors, "I am Emilia Kinti Makouto. This is my sister, Manuela Khala Makouto. We have been.. uh.. hired by your people to help you find the treasures Novianca.. but we have never been to Cheres before, and need to find a way to.. our tribes.. from Cheres!"
Manuela would sigh as she watched her sister lie to the Cheresian sailors.
"Emilia and Manuela? Some strange names for Marqashi ladies.." One of the sailors would inquire.
"Uh, yes.. our real names are just Kinti and Khala Makouto, we have adopted your peoples names as a symbol of good will!" She would say as she blinked quickly twice. Her lies were not completely convincing to the sailors, but to her altering mind she slowly started to accept these lies as fact.
The other sailor grunted. "Alright, lasses, just follow the dirt road and you'll end up in the jungle in no time. From there you'll have to use your instincts to reach your tribe.." He said before he and the other sailor shared a laugh.
"Well, ok! I trust you!" Emilia Kinti would say, nodding her head. Her frizzy afro grew subtly grew a bit while talking to the sailors, and it slightly jiggled when she nodded. She did not notice, starting to think of it as her body's nature.
"Manuela, should we go now or take a break in one of the taverns?"