Delphine
Delphine had promised the Galah a more tropical climate, something closer to what he might have been used to before he found her, and so they were heading to Torchline. The children were with her because she had not yet come to the idea that they could maybe survive a day without her. Well, mostly she didn't want to admit that they could survive without her.
They arrived in the port, the hustle and bustle of people around them made the girls' gasp. After all, their mother kept them in relative seclusion; to the point, not too many of the locals in their current home destination knew the children existed. That was out of fear, fear that someone might try to snatch them away from her.
In Northaven people had often called her incompetent, among other things, and she had seen some of those people in the group when she had first portaled in. She didn't think any of them realized she was here, either, but that had been the goal until recently.
The air in Torchline was chilly, but not so chilly that she immediately wished they had dressed in heavier clothing. It was a nice chill. Acantha eagerly tugged her mother's hand, and Delphine followed absently, until she realized the child was walking them right into a group of people. She pulled the girl back, and murmured, "Let's avoid the large groups, okay? Don't you see anything you'd like in an area that's less crowded?" She had never done well in groups.
She had not brought much to trade with, and she was seriously realizing she might need to seek out an actual job. The only thing that had brought her joy in Northaven was... well, healing people and getting high. And she'd only managed to continue one of those things to the extent she had appreciated in her homeland.
Acantha huffed, and they moved in a direction with far fewer people, which eased Bryony's fears as well. Poe had taken off the moment they had stepped through the portal, but she wasn't too worried about the bird. He always came home. As the children peered at different vendors, she was allowing her gaze to wander over the crowd.
And she released the breath she had been holding. Nobody was in the crowd that had once known her. Which meant, for the moment, she had nothing to worry about. There was also a tinge of disappointment that washed over her, but she ignored it, shoved it to the side. It wasn't important that she was disappointed that nobody here would know her. It was, overall, a good thing.
"We're just looking," she stated to a vendor, as he began talking prices to the girls. As she hurried away from him with the children in tow she murmured in a quiet tone, "We're just looking."
Remi
They arrived in the port, the hustle and bustle of people around them made the girls' gasp. After all, their mother kept them in relative seclusion; to the point, not too many of the locals in their current home destination knew the children existed. That was out of fear, fear that someone might try to snatch them away from her.
In Northaven people had often called her incompetent, among other things, and she had seen some of those people in the group when she had first portaled in. She didn't think any of them realized she was here, either, but that had been the goal until recently.
The air in Torchline was chilly, but not so chilly that she immediately wished they had dressed in heavier clothing. It was a nice chill. Acantha eagerly tugged her mother's hand, and Delphine followed absently, until she realized the child was walking them right into a group of people. She pulled the girl back, and murmured, "Let's avoid the large groups, okay? Don't you see anything you'd like in an area that's less crowded?" She had never done well in groups.
She had not brought much to trade with, and she was seriously realizing she might need to seek out an actual job. The only thing that had brought her joy in Northaven was... well, healing people and getting high. And she'd only managed to continue one of those things to the extent she had appreciated in her homeland.
Acantha huffed, and they moved in a direction with far fewer people, which eased Bryony's fears as well. Poe had taken off the moment they had stepped through the portal, but she wasn't too worried about the bird. He always came home. As the children peered at different vendors, she was allowing her gaze to wander over the crowd.
And she released the breath she had been holding. Nobody was in the crowd that had once known her. Which meant, for the moment, she had nothing to worry about. There was also a tinge of disappointment that washed over her, but she ignored it, shoved it to the side. It wasn't important that she was disappointed that nobody here would know her. It was, overall, a good thing.
"We're just looking," she stated to a vendor, as he began talking prices to the girls. As she hurried away from him with the children in tow she murmured in a quiet tone, "We're just looking."
Remi
Let me make you smile, darling.
