Duties, Decks and decisions
Jun. 27th, 2018 02:28 pm
It has been at least a few hours since Merrisol vanished into the rainbow shimer of trump magic. Back to Rebma and duty. While other things were going on, Maggie slipped aft to lean over the railing and stare out into the painfully silent waters. Knowing full well that she should bloody well shake it off and go help, she still lingers long back there.
When she returns to the busier parts of the ship, her expression is clear, pleasant if more closed than is generally the case. Looking around, she slows her pace until she can get her bearings.
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