Amika was still finding her sea legs; which is to say she was still stumbling, gingerly and with dainty caution, about the ship, doubly unsteady from the effects of both the waves and of being away from her homeland. Riverboats were all fine and well, all noblemen and women of Hyem could sail them, but the ocean was very much something else again. She was still a little terrified every time she dared fix her gaze at the curving blue horizon.
It was going to take time, like everything else, like having to do physical labor and living off stored food and having no proper privacy to speak of. Awful things. At least the sea had its beauty. She padded, ever careful, over to the railing and stood leaning on it, staring down into the waves.
"At least it is a clear day," she muttered to herself, looking for comfort in the little things.
Amika Stattenholme | Original
Amika was still finding her sea legs; which is to say she was still stumbling, gingerly and with dainty caution, about the ship, doubly unsteady from the effects of both the waves and of being away from her homeland. Riverboats were all fine and well, all noblemen and women of Hyem could sail them, but the ocean was very much something else again. She was still a little terrified every time she dared fix her gaze at the curving blue horizon.
It was going to take time, like everything else, like having to do physical labor and living off stored food and having no proper privacy to speak of. Awful things. At least the sea had its beauty. She padded, ever careful, over to the railing and stood leaning on it, staring down into the waves.
"At least it is a clear day," she muttered to herself, looking for comfort in the little things.