[Takes place before the Channels Evet; I was eaten by RL issues at the time]

Limosa entered the office on her homeworld again in frustration. The still air was irritating, salty and humid and hoirrible as she walked, slowly, inside, the door closing behind her in habit as she looked about. Somehow, papers were preserved - not trhat she could read any. This... Had been the Admiral's office. A flash of memory? No, a vision. A navbal sort standing over documents and charts only a moment, tall, broad. Built for the sea. And now empty, only papers left, and Limosa began looking.

"TYhere has to be a lead on the wind..." She grumbled, heedless of what was ahead -- no grand journey. No friends. Nofather frowning because she was panicking and not communic ating well surrounded by strangers. She lifted a fewpapers before opening a drawer, hand entering to feel, gloves or not, for anything of use.

Her hand momentarily brushed a harditem. It was ascukoptuyrem,made of expensive materialks andshedrew it out, studying it quizzically. For a moiment it seemed to shimmer. Felt odd, and her head tilted.

"What... Are you?" Limosa murmured. She blinked. Again.

She had an odd feeling and considered, just... Feeling.

Breathe in. Breathe out. In. And out.

Anew.. Spell? Her homeworld just kept giving, and Limosa frowned, rummagingm, placing the swculkpture on the desk. She'd.. She'd test eventually. She kept scropundging until she pulled a map of the capital out and tilted her head. It wascovered in odd imagesof cracjsand octopi.Decor?On a map? She supposed there was nothing to worry about. It was fine, right? Limosahummed, tuirning and walking to cointinue looking about.,

The air was still,and smelled of salt, warm, humid. Limosa was working slowly on the to explore for more, digging through papers analytically, examioning documents she could not possibly understyand, staring quizzically. Few more than maps, charts and sailing sites and routes,harboirs she'd not seen. A worldview she didn't understand yet because shge was trapped to the capital. Why?

Why here?

Her brows furrowed but the only vision that seemed to answer was sea shanties,. and laments. The ancient sound of mariners docking and preparing to sit. They moved to prepare for a long time, and finally ythe present returned, silent and still. No voices sang, no man laughed, no giurls greeted sailors, not even a storm in the distance. As if...

Waiting. As if the world was holding it's breath as if awaiting... Something. Silent.

Stilll.

Limosa sighed and looked around, mapo under her arm and the silence in the air as if the world were waiting for her decision, as if time awaited a single moment, an exhale, a movement, anything. Limosaswallowed as shestudied the area one last time, messy desk, statue waiting, and quiet reigning like a silent, cold, unfeeling god. Limosa reached, and slowly closed the door as if closing it on a tomb.Limosastepped into the hall slowly as she stepped out, door clicking quietly and with some kind of finality, the kind that didn't need sound to carry purpose.

Silence. Limosa hugged the map and decided.

"Right. I'm going down there." Limosa asserted to herself, authoratively. Firmly.

And in the silence... Something listened. Heard, deep, unexplained.Perhaps magic itself, perhaps the world, none could know.

All that Limosa knew was she descended the stairs for the beaches in silence, stepping out and stopping. People were sitting, standing on the beach and ships. Powered. Senshiand knifhts and Limosa watched in shadow just one moment and asked herself.

"How...?"

Nothing answered, but slowly, she emerged, approaching to begin an adventure that would lead to an answer,.