<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/igV394D.jpg?1)   </div><strong>Name</strong>Fetter<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Balcony<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/>Character sheets (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=190246)<br/><hr/><br/>Rain pelts down in torrents as Fetter stares out at the open sea.  She has been out in every storm since the... incident, staring out into the gray skies and murky seas despite the rain and the wind, always wondering what the storm brings in, always questioning if the storm is all that it seems.<br/><br/>The balcony where she stands is on the west side of the rec room, through ballistic glass that gleams almost like natural silica.  Her coat clings to her body with the rain, an oily black drape as soaked as her lank hair, her slim feet and lower legs bare on the textured catwalk.  One of her hands dangles from the stainless steel safety rail, and she watches, dark eyes flashing, for something to emerge from that storm.<br/><br/>Not long ago, she may have walked the beaches, alternately saving the lives of a hundred doomed starfish or jellies that plastered the mottled brown sand, and hoping that the beach would cough forth some secret treasure from a wreck miles offshore.  Now, she hoped that the ocean kept its treasures, and that the storm would lift its pressing hand just long enough to return to the sea that gave it life.