Joseph
Lady Anna Barrmount
Southern Isles

The hours ticked away as she spent the time with the maids. She wasn't quite good at cleaning, or practically any function of a normal maid. They just covered saying she was new, but her soft hands had obviously not seen harsh work a day in her life.

After trying to blend in with the maids for most of the day, she ended up going back to her room. She opened the windows to let fresh air in, and sat down on the bed.

The environment was wildly new to her. The humidity of the sea clinged to her body, accentuating the weather. But the salty scent that lingered in the air was very much pleasant. She had never seen the sea until they took this trip.

She wanted to go out and visit the town, go down by the coast and feel the water on her feet. Explore this whole new place they were staying in. It seemed exciting to her.

Alas, she had been told to keep her cover as a maid, for her safety, and stay undercover. Going out on a walk could maybe mean too much of a risk.

But oh, how much she wanted to go out. No, she didn't want, she *Needed* To go out. Specially after two of the maids came back from running some errands and told her and the other maids there about the town.

Anna let herself fall back into the bed, staring at the ceiling as she breathed in the breeze that came through the window. In her mind, she pictured everything the maids described. It sounded like an exciting place to visit. And they described such pretty dresses displayed in one of the shops... She wasn't going to lie, as soon as they mentioned it, she wanted to go buy one. 

She needed new clothes, to her taste, that would fit her new home with Kirk anyways, so buying one or two dresses as trinket of this travel couldn't hurt, could it? 

She sighed and stood up, wanting to change into more comfortable clothes. 

Kirk wouldn't be back from the joust yet, so she still had time to kill. She brushed her hair, got ready for going to sleep, got comfortable on the bed and picked up the book that she brought with her on the travel. Reading was one of the few things that helped her fight the boredom and the urge to go explore.
Harvey
Valkrin Farensun
The Mizzen, Tonate Proper 

*Grass caressed Valkrin's cheek as he sat up, and as he brushed his hand across his face, he couldn't feel his scars. There were birds singing their cheerful songs, and an evening sun painting the valley he stood in in a brilliant golden hue. Valkrin recognized this valley, he'd grown up here, along with his twelve siblings. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't remember their faces, or his parent's faces for that matter.* 

*As Valkrin turned to face the setting sun, he saw a figure sitting beneath a tree. The figure was a woman, clothed in the most beautiful dress Valkrin had seen in his life. Her dark hair swayed along with the breeze, and her eyes seemed to trap him in eternity. The bangles on her wrists tapped together to the rhythm of life itself. He called out the woman, in a tongue he couldn't understand, asking this goddess for her name so that he might carve it into the stars. When the woman opened her mouth to speak, a sound like crashing thunder filled the air. The sun had set, and the thunder clapped again, taking the very breath from Valkrin's lungs. Drowning in a sea of darkness, the thunder boomed it's last, and was replaced by the sound of cheering.*

Forty years of pain and suffering since he last set foot in that valley flooded into the captain's body as he opened his eyes and felt the weight of time run it's course. He'd slept through the joust, somehow, without anyone noticing. Valkrin had not dreamed in years, let alone dreamt of home. But he knew the dark haired woman he'd seen was Catarina, and planned to ask her what his dream meant when they met again later.
Lesia
Xin Tigerson
Windrip Docks

Around noontime the manservants of the house Dwyer came with their manacles for some task they felt he was necessary for. Consenting to being shackled, Xin allowed himself to be placed in a cage for transport. His habits over the year since he'd arrived had cemented his wild child behavior, and made him a liability to be moved any long distance without security.

They shipped him to the docks to put him onboard a boat, which immediately made him antsy. The sea meant no agency in movement, and worse, no cover for him to conceal himself. He felt more naked on the water than he did actually completely nude.

His fingers tightened around the bars, the rust cracking and breaking beneath his grip. "Why sea?" He muttered silently.

"Why always sea?" Were he capable of pressing his ears to his skull, they would be flush with his scalp. This was a foreboding event, and the first really worrying thing to happen to him in the wake of his arrival.