[ She smiles a little to herself, finding another little space to hide away from the cold until the boat docks. She shuffles out with all the other passengers, and finds a post to sit on that's shaded amongst the multicolored fishing pots that tower near where the pier meets the actual street. The wind only ruffles her here, and she tucks her legs up, closing her eyes and just for a moment...exists.
It's not something she's gotten to do...like ever. There's no timelines here, no constant checking of how long she had left, no running every minute of every day. No being hunted. Just the smell of the sea, the fish being unloaded from boats, the chimneys full of wood and coal... It was actually peaceful. ]
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It's not something she's gotten to do...like ever. There's no timelines here, no constant checking of how long she had left, no running every minute of every day. No being hunted. Just the smell of the sea, the fish being unloaded from boats, the chimneys full of wood and coal... It was actually peaceful. ]