WHO: Gilia St. Low & YOU! WHAT: One Girls Quest To Be Absolutely Unnoticable: The Beginning. WHEN: From [gestures] to [gestures further along] WHERE: The Gallows, Kirkwall NOTES: None forseen, save for social anxiety and occasional eldritch horror.
Gilia is not much fond of being on board with the crew. They field blades and crudeness in equal measure. Things that either made her who want to clap her hands over her ears, or runoff to weep at Wysteria what she'd had to hear and see. But she'd given her word to help, and what was St. Loe except for their word? She would not tarnish her families offer. She had said she would help, and that was that.
Happily, she is there for one job that covers both needs fairly well. Namely, jumping off the side of the ship to help with the inspection of the hull. It's understood now not to worry about the odd bean poll of a girl, it saved them having to risk anything terrible under there, and she didn't have to fluster her way through conversation too much. Granted, the chance of her once she's shed her over clothes, shoes, and veils, to jump back into the water is notable. She is cheery, after a good long while, under the water. Emerging as a pair of eyes, a smile, and hair that without anything to hold it together, and the water did not very much to restrain it, springs out wild in every direction.
But the task is done for the day, and she comes back to dockside and calls for a flicker of attention. "Pardon me, there is cloth there in that barrel, for me. Could you bring it over to the edge, please?"
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