Spring 10th 520AV
The scratch of many sharp legs pricked the skin around her face. Miha's opened her eyes, vision zeroing in on the shell that she had on front of her. From her vantage point on the deck of the merchant ship she hitched the ride on, the Empyreal Demesne was in sight. The Empyreal Demesne... home of the Meraki, a guild of arcanists from Sunberth with the skill to carve out a home in the wilderness just outside of Zeltiva.
The seal only hoped her meager knowledge of auristics would be enough. She had spent the last fifteen chimes focusing on the aura of the shell. The fledgling aurist had wanted to know what lived inside it last. The delicate cycle of tidepools left the bodies of creatures to be used and reused, and hermit crabs simply took advantage of the fact. Miha felt similar with her deep blue hand-me-down shirt, one of the only remnants of her pod. That and her mother's silver ring, whose pearl had dislodged itself seasons ago. She sighed and pushed back her salty, windblown hair from her face.
Her grandmother had made little progress in getting Miha to see auras. Underwater, where she had practiced the most with her, her sensitive whiskers could pick up the tiniest of vibrations in the sea around them. They were much more useful than her eyes, only seeing a few feet in the dark of the sea at a time, but Miren was the most accomplished mage she knew. That woman could see auras in the dark that not even her own Kelvic form could find. Miha liked touch better, anyway. It was easier to focus when she could keep her eyes closed. Too much went on for her to look at, and she didn't like the cross-eyed feeling she got trying to stare at something until it gave away its secrets. Maybe her cheeks weren't as sensitive as a seal's right now, but she sure thought they made better receptors for auras.
The Kelvic stood up, tossing the shell back into the deep blue. If she sat there ruminating so much she'd be rocked to sleep by the waves in no time, and the seal was about to get off. As the Demesne drew closer, Miha gathered up her shyke. A bag fully kitted out with camping supplies, she wasn't even sure if she would need it - maybe they'd let her in with open arms and she'd sleep in a bed that night. She'd sold her tiny cottage and left in the same day. Zeltiva was too crowded for her, and her cottage was too far from the sea to let the waves lull her to sleep. The salvager had been in a rut for so long after losing her pod that the first hint of a new start was enough for her to drop everything and leave. Even if it was only a few miles.
Miha was antsy to get off the ship as they pulled up to the dock. She was ready for this new chapter. She was so ready. They had no cargo here, but they were leaving Zeltiva the same day she wanted to and a couple of gold Mizas was enough to convince the captain that a short stop was worth it. The seal wished the captain safe travels and departed down the dock towards the tower. She was already resolved to sticking around until they had to let her join. She wasn't going to petch up her first chance at a new family.