Maea
The worst of all blessings
Rain was not exactly what she had been hoping for in her change of scenery. In Maea's mind the tropical nation was firmly associated with clear blue skies, heat and humidity. While it was certainly damp, the heavens had closed the curtains on her and wept continuously, as it had for days. The patter of droplets against the waxed cloth of her umbrella played a morose counterpoint to the sigh of windswept waves slapping against the docks and the calls and shouts of sailors as they worked. Standing off to the side so as not to get in the way, she watched them idly while waiting for her luggage to be passed down from The Marauder. It had been a change of pace, traveling by seabound ship rather than by skyship; she thought she could get used to the creak of timber and the roll of waves.
A single traveling chest was all she brought with her. Emptying the house of belongings had been quick work, a clear indication that she had not made herself comfortable in the Grounds despite her best attempts. Not even the office in the Atheneum had taken long to clear out. Most of what she had brought in was left for someone else to use, and what books and reports she'd chosen to keep fit with ease into the chest alongside her spare clothes, letters and toiletries. On one hand it meant she didn't have any trouble moving across the continent. But on the other hand, there was a lot to obtain if she wanted to truly settle down – not least of which was a roof over her head.
Losing herself in lists and the vague outline of plans for the near future, her gaze drifted out over the sea, paying little attention to any other travelers. Maea didn't expect to be recognized; anyone who might wish to welcome her would be busy at this hour, hard at work making the region run without hiccups. She would see them later, and hopefully figure out what role she might wish to take in this not-quite new, half-familiar land.
It was something to look forward to.
A single traveling chest was all she brought with her. Emptying the house of belongings had been quick work, a clear indication that she had not made herself comfortable in the Grounds despite her best attempts. Not even the office in the Atheneum had taken long to clear out. Most of what she had brought in was left for someone else to use, and what books and reports she'd chosen to keep fit with ease into the chest alongside her spare clothes, letters and toiletries. On one hand it meant she didn't have any trouble moving across the continent. But on the other hand, there was a lot to obtain if she wanted to truly settle down – not least of which was a roof over her head.
Losing herself in lists and the vague outline of plans for the near future, her gaze drifted out over the sea, paying little attention to any other travelers. Maea didn't expect to be recognized; anyone who might wish to welcome her would be busy at this hour, hard at work making the region run without hiccups. She would see them later, and hopefully figure out what role she might wish to take in this not-quite new, half-familiar land.
It was something to look forward to.
The most beautiful of curses
Base by Skylark
