There was nothing like the smell of the sea and the wind in her hair to make her feel free. Maeryl leaned over the side of the boat and extended her hand, trying to touch the water below as the boat skimmed through it. Something about this whole process was exhilarating: a new land, a new life! Striking it out, heading to Atlas, where anyone can be anything (or at least, that's what people had been saying...). This was her chance to make something of herself, to really be someone worth knowing, not just some eye-candy token wife of a Heartlander noble. Already she had experienced more than all of her years living a sheltered life under the scrutinous eyes of her mother. She had met a wonderfully kind Kharajyr (although she couldn't understand him through the thick accent), an unbelievably tall High Elf with the most striking violet eyes, and a jovial little Cave Dwarf. If only those she left behind could see her now. As the Kingdom of Santegia-Haria became visible on the horizon, she was crushed against the railing of the boat by other eager passengers. It seemed Maeryl wasn't the only one excited by the unknown.

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