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[color=gray][u][sup][sup][h3]Woondaly[/h3][/sup][/sup][/u][/color]
One step. To be specific, that would one step out of her small, but open spaced and [i]tall[/i] home, hovering halfway across Woondaly; far enough that occasionally her family would have to strain their eyes to view the waters, and yet close enough that they'd receive fresh breezes every so often. She'd repeated this action far more times than she could count.

Her expression was calm and features relaxed, absorbing the rays of the sun. Trilune's pace was decisive and slightly quickened. She had a purpose: meet with some traveller crossing over to Shipgull Anchor. It was a few streets down, and Trilune knew this place like the back of her hand. The sylph didn't stroll down very far, though, before a boy halted her even strides. He appeared to be young, so she was forced to bend her neck down to glance at him. And it was like that! Poof, he vanished somewhere around the neighborhood. She hadn't gotten to call out. However, it didn't matter now. A letter was currently in her hands, and she was certainly going to read it.

The female folded the letter back up, and then carefully stowed that, the card, and the money away into one of her numerous pockets inside and outside her light, long, [url=https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/617sPeaEriL._UY445_.jpg]jacket[/url]. She'd had it for a while now and it'd been exceedingly useful during any type of weather. She flipped and zipped down a couple of her other pockets on the way. There were also several light but lasting snacks she had packed for the day, two pens, two pencils, a tiny metal pencil sharpener, and another folded up object- a hat-, as well as travel binoculars Trilune meant to offer to the traveller in case they wanted to tour around.

For a minute she hesitated.
She'd be leaving her mother alone in their house. Would the widow be able to manage on her own? Maybe not. Then again, she had been a positive woman, and her dogged determination to push against life's struggles led her to become a leading figure through Trilune's earlier years.
[color=9e0b0f][i]Pardon me? Are you questioning your [/i]choice[i] to apply for the Tin Dragon Detective Agency? You'd better not be. Leave a note telling your mother of the good news and get going! Make it choppy![/i][/color]
Nevertheless, was a reasonable reaction. She forgave and quit chastising herself, a delirious little smile peeking around the corners of her dark blue eyes and lips.


[color=gray][u][sup][sup][h3]Timber Moren[/h3][/sup][/sup][/u][/color]
Trilune stumbled forward out of drop-gate, gingerly holding her fingers to her temples and focused her gaze on the ground in front of her, trying to shake the unsettling feeling out of her. "[color=9e0b0f]Thank you for this, miss. I'm sure you'll do fine later on. See ya, and thanks again.[/color]" Her eyebrow quirked skywards at the sight of the two other women around her- one of them obviously had an accident! She dipped her head at them briefly. Lifting her eyes, Trilune felt more sheepish and guilty that she'd arrived later than the others, probably last, or at least next to last. Ah well. Nothing could change that now.
Her slim body didn't seem to have much of a problem with the limited space inside the wagon, especially since her tools and gadgets were stuffed in the forest green jacket. She had to admit that it was cramped. Plus, they still had to carry the woman with luggage. Her white wings pressed more against her back, and she grimaced. Following that she spoke to the woman with the strange creature. "[color=9e0b0f]Hello. Yes, it is a good day so far, I have to agree.[/color]" Trilune Lewthwyne d'Arch used that particular greeting to announce her arrival. Friendly, but tranquil enough to remain wary of her fellow people. They seemed to be a well-chosen bunch, though. Only waiting for the future would tell her if that was the truth. Fortunately, this kind of patience she could do. Partly to the other people in the wagon, she murmured, "[color=9e0b0f]Sorry for my tardiness.[/color]"

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