[First light finds Araceli slipping away from Kirkwall with Lux on her heels - arrangements have been made to make sure everything gets to where it needs to go for later in the day, only the most urgent of affairs is to interrupt her - and she takes off on her nuggalope and out of the city proper.
It isn't the longest journey to where she wants to go and even if she could do this in Kirkwall, she doesn't need to. She has the choice. So she leaves and eventually makes her way to where a few things have already been set up for later in the evening, the nuggalope happy enough to explore new ground, the fox stretching himself out on the sand as she strips off completely, everything weighed down with her blades and away from the tides, Lux guarding them.
A few people she knows here know that her own don't celebrate birthdays as they do. There aren't gifts, there aren't the big celebrations but there's always this. There's returning to the sea the way you first stepped out of it so long ago. The water here is colder than the waters of Rivain last year but fortune has smiled on her because even if this still isn't the sea of her birth, Araceli's never had to beg an excuse to be away from the Inquisition just for this that perhaps might have been denied.
Taking a deep breath, she wades in then slides beneath the surface, eyes shut, listening to heart pounding in her ears until she eventually has to surface again.]
vitamin sea | birthday | ota;
It isn't the longest journey to where she wants to go and even if she could do this in Kirkwall, she doesn't need to. She has the choice. So she leaves and eventually makes her way to where a few things have already been set up for later in the evening, the nuggalope happy enough to explore new ground, the fox stretching himself out on the sand as she strips off completely, everything weighed down with her blades and away from the tides, Lux guarding them.
A few people she knows here know that her own don't celebrate birthdays as they do. There aren't gifts, there aren't the big celebrations but there's always this. There's returning to the sea the way you first stepped out of it so long ago. The water here is colder than the waters of Rivain last year but fortune has smiled on her because even if this still isn't the sea of her birth, Araceli's never had to beg an excuse to be away from the Inquisition just for this that perhaps might have been denied.
Taking a deep breath, she wades in then slides beneath the surface, eyes shut, listening to heart pounding in her ears until she eventually has to surface again.]