Adelaida needed a bit to unwind.
She'd continued her tutelage of Michi at great personal expense, and alongside all the paperwork she had for her actual personal studies, and all the time she spent gallivanting around to keep the fires quiet... there was little time for rest to say the least.
In her garage she kept a little something just for nights like these. The metal door rolled up, hinges creaking. Inside was a little boat, kept off the ground by a small set of wheels. It wasn't much, but it was cozy and quaint.
She dragged it out, towing it behind her as she headed for the coast. It wobbled a bit, and Adelaida thought of getting it fixed eventually, once her backlog of things to do shrank a bit.
Down the beach she went, eventually getting the boat into the water. She hopped in and rowed out to the middle of the ocean where the rocking of the waves was comforting.
Sure that she was alone, she put her hand up, pointing at the sky. A steady stream of colorful fire, first blue, then orange, then red, shot out, illuminating the night sea. She could see the fish and the corals down below in the light, and then -
- someone.
Someone just popped up out of nowhere and went into the drink.
Leisurely, Adelaida rowed over, offering her hand to pull the person onboard the small rowboat. Manta Carlos was just that kind of place, where people manifesting in thin air was considered "normal."
"Rough day?"
She'd continued her tutelage of Michi at great personal expense, and alongside all the paperwork she had for her actual personal studies, and all the time she spent gallivanting around to keep the fires quiet... there was little time for rest to say the least.
In her garage she kept a little something just for nights like these. The metal door rolled up, hinges creaking. Inside was a little boat, kept off the ground by a small set of wheels. It wasn't much, but it was cozy and quaint.
She dragged it out, towing it behind her as she headed for the coast. It wobbled a bit, and Adelaida thought of getting it fixed eventually, once her backlog of things to do shrank a bit.
Down the beach she went, eventually getting the boat into the water. She hopped in and rowed out to the middle of the ocean where the rocking of the waves was comforting.
Sure that she was alone, she put her hand up, pointing at the sky. A steady stream of colorful fire, first blue, then orange, then red, shot out, illuminating the night sea. She could see the fish and the corals down below in the light, and then -
- someone.
Someone just popped up out of nowhere and went into the drink.
Leisurely, Adelaida rowed over, offering her hand to pull the person onboard the small rowboat. Manta Carlos was just that kind of place, where people manifesting in thin air was considered "normal."
"Rough day?"