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"I'll never complain about Tre'Vada ever again," mutter Taran to no one in particular.  They were not even properly in the city, and yet, he still had the need to scrub every inch of it off his skin. Which, probably meant that it was the best type of city for...activities.   The thought of which made waiting for the ship to dock even more unbearable than usual. 

Although the ship was almost always in the air, it was only when it was close to the ground, or about to dock that it every really seemed that way. Not that Taran had anything to compare  it to, never having sailed through water before, but he imagined it was very much the same. However, when the ground came closer, it just seemed so much more deadly.  He'd never felt the need to leave his home city until he boarded the [i]Leviathan[/i] a few months ago. The lack of forethought caused  the whole process took a bit of getting used to. While the over-all concept was more freeing, the same faces and close quarters left much to be desired. Luxuries like, going for a walk, meeting someone new, buying things were missed. Simple things he never thought he'd long for until they were denied to him. Not that it was enough to make him regret going, it just encouraged him to make the most of his time on land. 

Finally the ship stabilized and Taran soon found himself standing at top the dock, having used the door simply because it was the close 'acceptable' exit. Not that he  was above disembarking the ship via a window simply for a reaction. However, that would  have involved going back up to the deck and making sure it was 'okay' to disembark, instead of assuming it was implied.  

Taran crossed the few steps from the door to where Audrey stood. "So, back in five hours?  More or less? I need to see a ma-wom...person about something...legal,"