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A secluded shipyard in the business of building airships. Workers and equipment mill about the property. To the south appears to be a small settlement. Currently, the shipyard is under renovation by the Shintenchi based Shirada Shipworks
Norma had made her way down to meet the others that Kvan was running alongside. The promethean stayed relevantly quiet during the whole ordeal until R’muel took her hand and gave it a firm shake. Norma winced but a smile flared on her face as was custom in meeting someone.
“Norma and it is lovely to meet all of you,” she replied while looking M’reth, R’muel, and Kate over. Her expression fell then and the woman hugged herself while looking about. This wasn’t the place for her and she was realizing it fast. And yet, the promethean kept to her word as they always did. She wasn’t going to run from this challenge she had undertaken herself. She didn’t want to return to her family.
Instead, Norma gave a small wave to M’reth whom she recognized and then slipped a hand into her own pocket. Norma was making sure that her trinket was still there. Even if in an uncomfortable situation, the promethean was still wary of being around pirates and thieves.
Norma’s eyes scanned over the Ever Rest and then over those in company before wondering to herself. Maybe it was time to change her appearance once again in order to fit in better.
A shimmer of light passed down her body and Norma pieced together an outward appearance. Her skin darkened in a sun-kissed tan but retained an olive tone. Her blond hair stained into a harsh brunette while trinkets and beads formed in the strands. Even her clothing reformed itself to better fit in with the group, changing into various leather layers mixed with crimson cottons.
The only thing that couldn’t be adjusted was Norma’s attitude.
“I guess I will go find something to do,” she said while her eyes hung on the ground as if she were waiting for someone to give her a task to complete. Norma honestly had no idea what to do.