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[waywardmikala]

*enter a girl -- a woman, actually -- of nearly twenty* *her hair is worn in many small braids, woven together, and it should be a plain brown, but she's spent enough time in the sun that it has lightened quite a bit, just as her skin has tanned* *she is very carefully looking about: she's fascinated by this strange place she's found herself in, even if it's not at all where she should be* *she seems comfortable with everything, and a gentle not-quite-joy, but certainly happiness, is evident in the way she's smiling ever-so-slightly*

I'm Noah and this -- is definitely not Samaria, Ysral, or Angel Rock and it doesn't seem to be a boat of any kind, so I'm totally lost. Hi.

Typist: Lucinda/Reubenspawn and I'll get her mother at some point, really. I just need to actually deal with that. >__>