In experiencing her first full day of separation from a gilded cage, Ayla meandered the accessible portions of the ship in a silent ecstasy. She gazed lovingly at the drifting coastline, watched the watery horizon with enraptured awe, and laughed low at the aquatic life that played about the wake, all the while keeping to the fringes of social collectives. 

The boldness of her escape had not yet washed into a comfortable ease. She observed chatting passengers and working crew from a distance, soaking in the environment like a child at a menagerie. For the day, Ayla allowed all her apprehensions to fade away with the dock that receded from view in adequate time. Though she knew there would be repercussions to come, she felt secure that such events were days, if not weeks away yet. 

At meal, the elf was amazed to find the touch of femininity among the crew. It had been an unexpected encounter to find a woman at work upon The Silver Wing. That wonder quickly became a self-scolding as Ayla chided herself for being so narrow-minded. It warmed her spirit to see a lady out living an independent life of adventure upon the ocean. She imagined that Sabrina would posses a myriad of stories that would involve a subtle change of feeling from that of the rest of the male crew. Making a note to work up courage to invest in conversation, Ayla humbly thanked the cook for her presence and presents of nourishment before taking her sustenance to the open sky.

As much of the day as possible was spent out on the deck. Nibbling her bread and jerky while overlooking the vast sea proved a pleasant manner in which to enjoy a meal. Ayla found she ate slower though, still unadjusted to the constant movement beneath her feet. While not driven ill from the drifting and bobbing as some were, it was nevertheless an experience that required time to establish comfort with. 

A portion of her meat was stored away in her pack as she found herself unable to complete the ration at the time it was given. Ayla was accustomed to meager meals and therefore opted to pace herself. She found a place upon the sun-soaked bow where she was fairly sure she would remain out of the way and seated herself on the warm wooden boards. Meditatively, she tilted her face to the sky.

Finding peace and rhythm in the cradle-rocking of the vessel, she began to [url=https://youtu.be/WR3_csMN0FQ?feature=shared]sing[/url] quietly to the bow sprit as it pierced a path onward.