RIFTER ARRIVAL: Guardian 9:45

[faderifting]

WHO: New rifters, rescuers, and anyone else
WHAT: New arrivals are collected and transported to Kirkwall
WHEN: Mid-Guardian, 9:45
WHERE: The hills north of Starkhaven
NOTES: This log contains prompts for the ARRIVAL and RECOVERY of new rifters, as well as the subsequent QUARANTINE period. All prompts are open to anyone.

Comments

[seaboard]

There is a comfort in that, in its way, for all things simmered in front of her face like ripples on the water, he reminded her of her oldest brother's calmness. His evenness in tone. The disinclination to show much that was noted of their homeland.

"I will do my best," though it worries in the corner of her mouth, the crinkle of her eye when it's down turned in her gaze. Though she realises that is easily an answer for either of his questions - so she clarifies a moment after she wets her lips. "I would like to help them."

That is what matters most, isn't it? Not her discomfort, least of all that, there must always be something more important than that, didn't Godfinn tease her? "Please do not worry for me. I will be well, with - with some time." Like that was all the soothing she needed.