It didn't take long for Alina to discover the library, and it took even less time for Alina to decide it was going to be the place she spent most of her time. For someone who is supposed to be like the sun, she is hardly outgoing. Her natural inclination is to try and be unnoticed. It's an odd feeling for her, to be unrecognized. The only attention she gets is for doing something strange rather than who she is.

So Alina finds herself a frequent occupant of the library. As the night grows darker, her candle drips shorter, and Alina's eyelids grow heavier. A few more pages of this book and then she'll retire.

Anyway, she falls asleep, an awkward lump snoozing onto open pages, occasionally stirring but never fully getting up. Hopefully she's not drooling too much.

Leave her there and maybe she'll wake up nicely on her own. Or maybe try and wake her up and she'll jolt up with a start, wide-eyed like an animal that's stepped into a trap. Her hands will jerk together, almost like she's doing some strange choreography but she physically stops herself, folding her hands awkwardly over the books that made her pillow.

She clears her throat, "I didn't mean to fall asleep." As if anyone really means to fall asleep in strange public places.

Being invisible proves easier than she thought. Not literally, of course, the finer points of manipulating light to the point where she could actually disappear eludes her, but blending into the crowd is something she has practice with.

The journey is... not comfortable. She distracts herself from the churning seas on deck, alternating between writing and drawing in a journal she'd swiped before they departed. Her nose is deep in her pages,

And then a poorly-timed swell sweeps up onto the deck, drenching her and her notebook. "Saints!" she says sputters exasperated, gasping first in shock from the cold sea and then the state of her poor journal. She uses the broad side of her hand to scrape off sheets of water in a panic, but her efforts are largely in vain.

Her face is a mix of sour disappointment. Even if she wanted to break out her powers to try and salvage the pages, she'd probably end up with burnt edges and an even bigger scene.

Teeth-chattering, she tucks the notebook close to her chest, drawing her cloak around her to conceal her hands. Subtly, she is trying to summon sparks between her palms to warm them. Despite the prevalence of mages, she's suspicious about letting others see what she's capable of too freely.

"You don't know how much it will be, do you?"

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