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Her wide grin playing open testament to Adelina's gleeful exhilaration, the she takes in the sights and sounds of the harbor. She would be enthralled by the bustle of activity even if she hadn't been severely under-stimulated by the last couple weeks of travel. As is, the idea of not just getting to see but to explore the 'heart of the empire' has her practically vibrating with excitement.
Belatedly she realizes that she has almost missed her opportunity to say her goodbyes and, as the ship slows and the boatswain barks out orders to the line crews, Adelina finally tears her eyes away from the scenery, scampers down from her out-of-the-way perch halfway up some of the rigging, and ducks below deck to find and embrace the few beasts not on duty for docking procedures. Then it's more clasped paws and hugs as she makes her way through the crew who are finishing tying off and beginning to unload the ship's cargo. Finally she hands over the second half of her payment, gives the skipper a final, almost correct, salute and joins her luggage on the dock.
A whole city, so much to see! But I really should find this 'Ministry of Innovation' first and hopefully make a good impression.
Searching suspiciously through her odd collection of hand tools, surveying instruments, glass baubles, and mechanical toys, the customs officials seem likely to give her trouble but they stamp and hand over the relevant papers quickly enough once she shows them her instructions to report to the Ministry of Innovation.
Odd, it's only a personal recommendation from the professor. And he's not even from the Imperium himself... is he?
After a quick chat with the harbor master or customs master (or perhaps that was just a deputy?) she is oriented and, mulling over the directions he gave, persuaded that she ought to hire a room for at least one night so that she can clean up and make herself presentable instead of showing up sea salt-encrusted and sweaty from dragging her things halfway across town.
She is pleasantly surprised by a couple of the transport's crew waiting for her outside the customs house. They are more than happy to carry her luggage and escort her as far as their favorite (at least among the semi-respectable establishments) dockside inn. Well, it's just up this street. And they probably rent rooms. In any case it comes highly recommended!
The sailors drop off her trunk and suitcase and then are quickly lured away by the calls of old acquaintances demanding that they gamble away at lest some of their voyage's pay before spending it all on booze. Adelina is left alone to, hopefully, make herself just as at-home.
Meanwhile more then one of the local denizens have turned to take stock of the newcomer. Despite her modest stature the young vixen does tend to draw the eye. Her blue sweater, visible beneath her oilskin jacket where it hangs open, brings out the blue of her inquisitive eyes and her strawberry blond coat remains striking, salt-encrusted or no. She stands with confidence despite clearly being in unfamiliar territory. With one paw thoughtfully pressed to her lips, she gazes around taking in the sights of the Bilge in the Bucket...
Belatedly she realizes that she has almost missed her opportunity to say her goodbyes and, as the ship slows and the boatswain barks out orders to the line crews, Adelina finally tears her eyes away from the scenery, scampers down from her out-of-the-way perch halfway up some of the rigging, and ducks below deck to find and embrace the few beasts not on duty for docking procedures. Then it's more clasped paws and hugs as she makes her way through the crew who are finishing tying off and beginning to unload the ship's cargo. Finally she hands over the second half of her payment, gives the skipper a final, almost correct, salute and joins her luggage on the dock.
A whole city, so much to see! But I really should find this 'Ministry of Innovation' first and hopefully make a good impression.
Searching suspiciously through her odd collection of hand tools, surveying instruments, glass baubles, and mechanical toys, the customs officials seem likely to give her trouble but they stamp and hand over the relevant papers quickly enough once she shows them her instructions to report to the Ministry of Innovation.
Odd, it's only a personal recommendation from the professor. And he's not even from the Imperium himself... is he?
After a quick chat with the harbor master or customs master (or perhaps that was just a deputy?) she is oriented and, mulling over the directions he gave, persuaded that she ought to hire a room for at least one night so that she can clean up and make herself presentable instead of showing up sea salt-encrusted and sweaty from dragging her things halfway across town.
She is pleasantly surprised by a couple of the transport's crew waiting for her outside the customs house. They are more than happy to carry her luggage and escort her as far as their favorite (at least among the semi-respectable establishments) dockside inn. Well, it's just up this street. And they probably rent rooms. In any case it comes highly recommended!
The sailors drop off her trunk and suitcase and then are quickly lured away by the calls of old acquaintances demanding that they gamble away at lest some of their voyage's pay before spending it all on booze. Adelina is left alone to, hopefully, make herself just as at-home.
Meanwhile more then one of the local denizens have turned to take stock of the newcomer. Despite her modest stature the young vixen does tend to draw the eye. Her blue sweater, visible beneath her oilskin jacket where it hangs open, brings out the blue of her inquisitive eyes and her strawberry blond coat remains striking, salt-encrusted or no. She stands with confidence despite clearly being in unfamiliar territory. With one paw thoughtfully pressed to her lips, she gazes around taking in the sights of the Bilge in the Bucket...
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