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[indent][color=gray]Splashes of water dropped on her face. The coldness accompanied by the wet pellets was enough to disturb anyone’s sleep. A hand splayed out in front of her eyes, shielding her from the harsh rays of the sun on this morning. How many days had it been at sea since she had left Tarlon in search of refuge in the borders of Revidia. The sea wasn’t quiet, it wasn’t without its low whispers and murky waters that pulled Ymiico towards the edge of her vessel. She was thirsty and her water sack had been close, if not empty already. The blue hue of the water looked so alluring on her parched, chapped lips. Best she could do was let her hand run through the waters and let her skin feel the refreshing flow, for she could not entertain her thirst with such salty waters. 

The coldness of her hand on her skin felt good, the sun didn’t stray from pounding down on her with all it’s radiance. And for a while it was the only thing that reminded her of home. Though the continued thought of such was too much for her to bear on a ship with solemn anyone to speak to. Instead, it was more common for her to dwell with nothing but herself to dissect. Ruminating was a plague she had self-afflicted, it was unfortunate that she could not hear any of the strumming, singing, and buzzing of the familiar invertebrates that made up the composition of most of Nikan’s summer tune. The sound was deafening enough to drown out any negative thoughts. So, she turned to religion to appease her minds voracious appetite to ruin her. 

She retrieved the Kagura suzu from her bag and shook it. The ensemble of bells lit up like a goddess awoken from her eternal slumber. Rattling sprung and ran across the ship and reverberated through the hollowed-out wood. It was a kindness she had done for herself that brought a small smile to her lips. Without the ability to fall back asleep she motioned to the window inside her room, the only connection with the world outside. Sadly, she was in the back of the ship, so the window gave her nothing but the blank canvas of calm seas or the occasional rough tide. A knock was heard at the door, followed by the announcement of their arrival. An intense pang of fear and anxiety jolted through her heart, her body began to feel hot, is this not what she had wanted?

It was, but she couldn’t help that she had been duped and the boat had brought her directly back to Nikan. If not, then the unscrupulous people at the dock would surely be filled with derelicts who were quick for coin. Was she even important enough to contract someone to dispatch her this far out? Surely the Shogun and Emperors reach was only finite. Her mouth was agape to answer, but no words rung out. Low grumbles instead replaced coherent sentences. Fear had choked and paralyzed her. A paralysis so intense she could not move her body. Ymiico did what she always did in times like this and closed her eyes, it was the only part of herself she had control over. Her heartbeat was brought to a still, naturally rhythmic beat and her muscles relaxed. 

Once settled she gathered her things and headed out from the ship, a knife gripped tightly enough it was leaving an impression in her palm. The ship was empty, they had already docked and touched down to pursue women, payment, or drink. Knowing better it was probably all three. Several forced conversations for directions in her most broken Avincian supplied her with enough to make her way to the gates of Ersand’Enise. Not just any gate mind you, it was the Queen’s Gate and as so commanded respect. In all actuality it wasn’t really the Queen’s gate it was the sea’s gate. That didn’t stop her from running her fingers through the perimeter that formed the wall. A voice boomed from the distance towards her direction, and she shuddered. 

Shuddered hard enough to wake herself up from her dreams. It was always the same dream, the first day she landed here and arrived early before the rest of the students in their grand procession. It was better this way; she could avoid a large crowd of prying eyes and only be left to the judgement of the faculty within. She caught her breath after a few deep ones in through her nose. It left her lungs once again when she realized she was late for the student societies faire, not that anyone would notice her absence. Music and merriment were just a few meters outside of her window, it was enough to stir some excitement in her and get on about her day. She dressed in her typical silks and other garb and headed out into the giant academy. 

It had only been roughly two months since her attendance and Ymiico was still not used to how lavish and prosperous the school really was. It rivaled what a major city in another country, reminding her of what laid in wait if she were ever to return home. But she was safe here, right? Either way she hadn’t made too many friends yet. She also considered those who said hi to her and were in her groups were automatically her friends. It was kind of hard to find anyone who spoke fluent Nikanese. Which is what brought her to the first club tent which was hosted by members of the Cherry Blossom, conveniently placed outside the dorms. In her most eloquent Nikanese she spoke with a fervor for which she had not had when speaking in her native tongue in months, [color=3eb489][b]“I’m here to sign up for the club!”[/b][/color] hitting all the pitch changes and notes. One member just looked at her perplexed while another reciprocated her excitement. Turns out the other member was a nonnative and was able to recite three words. 

That was one club on her list, and it only took her about an hour to find her way to the next one, it was nice having someone else who understood her culture. While she was in the vicinity, she visited the Yasoi'riimel area. If she was in both Nikanese and Yasoi clubs, she would be able to keep tabs on who comes in and out from their subjective areas. There would only be a handful she would have to watch out for to ensure her secret was safe. There was one Yasoi that stuck out to her from class, Casii. Ymiico wondered if she too would be part of this club. Ymiico spent the rest of her day braking up what other clubs she would enroll in, for day 1 it concluded with Yasoi'riimel, The Fauna Society, Cherry Blossoms, and Children of the Moon. The last one was nice, seeing as she was fawned over for a bit. 

Day 2 was not nearly as packed, but she wanted to visit the Needle & Thread Guild and the Pragmatics. Her final choice was the faceless, true to their name however there was no spot for their club it was completely devoid of attendance. Ymiico had no clue what to do other than shout that she had no face very loudly down every nook and cranny she could. Eventually she had tired herself out and found herself near the Brewer’s Brotherhood wishing they had fermented rice instead of these so called ‘hops’ being. Overall, it was productive and accomplished faire. The affairs of the outside world and security mattered little to her. She had her affairs in order and that was all that mattered to her. Whatever awaited her next would be no different. Although, being alone was starting to get lonely.[/color] [/indent]

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Guild: Enchanter's Union
Clubs: Faceless, Yasoi'riimei, The Fauna Society, Cherry Blossoms, Children of the Moon, Needle & Thread Guild, Pragmatics[/hider]