<div class="floatleft">(http://www.whenthesungrowscold.com/Gallery/_data/i/upload/2016/10/28/20161028091148-1ad6fede-me.jpg)</div>She wrinkled her toes in the dirt and grass when they disembarked, and the feeling of solid earth beneath her was a relief. She didn't mind sailing, but she had never been away from land that long in her life, and it simply felt refreshing to finally be grounded again. She took in the surroundings, inhaled the air, and watched the birds as they flew around the area, and smiled. She was here. The promise of a destiny ahead. She watched as the others began to make their way along the path towards the buildings, and the inn stood out. Her stomach growled, and she realized that perhaps some real, different food was in the offering, instead of the routine, drab cuisine the ship had provided. No one had gone hungry, but the smells coming from the inn told a different tale.<br/><br/>Oddly enough, she had enough sense to have a little decorum. She reached in her satchel and pulled out a pair of flimsy sandals, and put them on her feet, and then a light green shawl that she wrapped about her shoulders, to cover her top. It wasn't much, but she was clever enough to realize she should wear a little something when going into the dining establishment.<br/><br/>She made her way there, and spied one of the woman from the ship, and noted the arcane mark on her forehead.<br/><br/>She made her way to the table where the woman sat, and inclined her head. 'May I join you? I am, without acquaintances, and would prefer to eat and talk with someone who has just arrived as I have' she said, her common carrying the accent as she got the words out, addressing Bell. 'If not, I will understand' she said. 'I am Ci'ona, some call me a witch, others a druid, but I am simply Ci'ona' she said.<br/><br/>The smell of the food that was coming from the kitchen definitely had her hunger flaring up now.