there was no reason for her to be here. t'was just another stop on the road. therein was no special connection to the sea. no deep meaning behind her presence here. no, she existed solely to travel. or so it would seem. so far she had settled not in any realm for long. faces were soon forgotten - both pleasant and crude - and names were merely stored away for further use. water, water everywhere she would muse cruelly as she stared at the ocean and yet not a droplet to drink. some she had found came by sea, across great distances in a wooden vessel. all her travels had been on foot. how interesting to sail on a boat. it was going to be on her 'bucket list'.

Huntington's back was to anyone else who came close, though her ears were well adjusted to pick up any noise. especially if one was to come up behind her, thinking themselves amusing and trying to frighten her. or merely take her by surprise. who knew? other people were a mystery to her. a continual paradox. her pale gaze would swing from the crashing waves, flickering to the shoreline she stood upon. perhaps it was wise to gather some ocean life before winter made the land naked? she could sell them for the coin native here if she was inclined to visit an inhabited area. a good plan to start procuring a map of Novus. she suspected the people here kept their more intricate items at a costly price.

well, at least she had a plan. 

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@ sparrow peep