by Alvena Celandine on May 24th, 2011, 7:20 pm
31st of Spring, 511 AV
Shortly after ship had landed earlier that day, Alvina was directed by one of the men at the dock to go to the captain's hall if she needed anything. She could barely understand the man's strong Denvalian accent, and after a few frustrating attempts at communication, he had ended up guiding her half the way and pointed her towards the rest.
The main hall was empty, and Alvina was feeling more and more uncomfortable. She cupped her hands close to her body, her posture being evidence of her anxious behavior. "H-Hello?" her soft voice resounded through the room, as she stood unsure of what to do next. |