When was the last time Wimena felt this free? With the salty wind pulling at her thick dark locks, and the cool ocean mist spraying her against her face. When did she feel this free, this [i]alive,[/i] in the crammed walls of that cursed estate? Beneath the crushing weight of her former employer, the threat of starvation and poverty keeping her as a lowly maid? Never. And nor ever was she returning back. Not that she could, anyway. Once Lord Derillion discovered she ran off for a new life, there'd be no way he'd hire back. He'd humiliate her one way or another for fleeing from the "honor" that was working for a stuck up aristocrat.

Wimena leaned against the rail, her large brown eyes drinking in the sights. Not that there was much to look at, of course. There was and only had been nothing but sky and sea for the past few days. But for the Halfling, that was enough. The rich cerulean water with the occasional darting shapes. The clear azure sky painted with violet and orange and black when the sun met the waves. It was more than she had seen in Lord Derillion's cage-like manor. More than she had seen in a lifetime. And yet there was more to come. The faint outline of the islands in the distance stirred a deep sense of anticipation from within Wimena. [i]Soon[/i]...

Reluctantly pulling away from the side, Wimena took a sweeping glance around the ship. Several crew members lingered about, none of which she knew the name of. A major omission on her part. The journey was still young, however, and it was better sailing with allies than strangers. Wimena casually strolled towards a blonde man, offering him the friendliest expression she could muster. "Exciting, isn't it?" she spoke, each step laced with a bounce. "Open sea, new land, and a whole world to discover."