Imogen sighed heavily, laying out of the beam arm of an unoccupied docking crane watching the traffic come and go, trying to guess the ship's destination by what they were equipped for and what they unloaded. It had been a slightly slow day at the shipyards, with fewer of the smaller ships that Elliott's docks could accommodate. Not a huge issue, but worrying for their finances if it kept up for too long. The big docks across town were owned by Forrest, a large, and not wholly unpleasant man, if a bit brash. He tended to bring in the largest trade ships that came through the ports and he and her father had a noticeable rivalry, but the two had been friends for as long as they had been in business and were by no means enemies.
She saw the distant black dot of an incoming blimp and raised her tinted binoculars to her face, looking out through the scorching air trying to pick out the ship's details through the heat distortion. The first thing she could note was the size and her face fell slightly. Balloon was clearly at least a B and her father's cranes could only accompany a C at most. She watched it's slow, drifting decent towards town and could pick out more details as it came. The balloon was s fairly standard beige canvas, but it was the armouring that caught her eye first. The etched brass gleamed in the sunlight, flickering like a beacon in the scalding air. She knew that plating, but only from stories told by drunken skymen who spoke in awed tones of a ship that lived up to it's namesake; a ship piloted by the son of Gabriel.
Imogen lowered her binoculars and rubbed her eyes before taking a second look. Her heart picked up it's pace as she saw the beautifully monogrammed nameplate come into view as the TSS Magnificent drew into Forrest's docks. She squeaked in excitement, holing onto the metal beams to steady herself as she stared wide eyed and slack jawed as she watched a legend from her childhood fantasies dock right before her very eyes. Her heart was nearly breaking out of her chest and she scrambled to her feet, climbing quickly down the crane arm, sliding down the ladder and running towards the main boathouse, dodging other dock workers, completely lost n her thoughts; swept up in the fantastical machinations that flooded her mind. She had to get on this ship. Or at the very least meet the captain. She squealed once more as the thought of meeting Levi, son of Gabriel crossed her mind. This was quite possibly the best day of her life. Even better than when she had gotten her falcon, Brigid three years ago. She quietly apologized to Brigid in her head.