( Solo ; Departure ) Impel.

[Liel]

28th Day of Summer, 511 A.V. – Hours After Weapons Purchase This is it, she reminded herself, argent orbs ablaze with determination. This is really it. Webbed fingers clutching Kyaluti’s reins, Liel watched, safely hidden behind large boulders, at the ship that Sume was to board. There was only one pearl trader to Nyka, and it only targeted the monks. Imports were forbidden, and Liel had picked this up easily from talk around the port. She and Sume would travel for ten days. She had taken a small satchel of tightly sealed medicine, and another jar with a piece of paper she had not yet parted from. The excitement in that, the strange rush that she would see the Ethaefal again. The note to her mother and sisters had been brief – I need to find my purpose. I will be back. She rested her cheek against Kyaluti’s head – then, her gaze picked up a red-clad sailor. Sume. He had showed her his impersonation, and if she hadn’t known it herself, a brief glance at him would be enough to pass him over as another crew member. __ The ship was departing. She would follow, underwater. She would not look back, lest she lingered. __ “Let’s go, Kyaluti.” The Seahorse might’ve winked at her. Liel took this as a good sign.