HONEY, WHEN I GET RESTLESS ☆ picking a room

[LUMIA CIPHER.]

For the last few days, Lumia had merely been drifting around the territory of The Typhoon. That wasn't to say that she didn't consider the group to be home – she did, as it was the first home she had ever truly had. However, she hadn't actually chosen a concrete place for her to stay, just yet. Instead, she had ended up staying in various huts and treehouses, exploring the various options for where she could choose as a home. She had even tried the tavern, although she had eventually decided against that. Even with how social she was on her own, she couldn't quite handle the constant onslaught of noise and bustle that came from the building. None of the huts or treehouses really grabbed her attention, either. It was honestly a frustrating situation, and the feline was beginning to think she wouldn't end up having a permanent residence at all. It certainly wasn't an appealing prospect, but... what was she supposed to do? She could try building her own hut, but that would certainly take a while, especially if she did it on her own.

Attempting to get the creative juices flowing, Mia had decided to go out for a walk, not really paying attention to where she was going. She just allowed her paws to continue moving her forward, short tail twitching behind her as she remained deep in thought. Although she hadn't realized it, her wandering path eventually led her to exactly what she had been looking for. When the sand beneath her pads finally gave way to solid and wet wood, she found herself glancing up, surprised that she had ended up on the docks. Not only that, but she was right near... The Anchored Tempest. How had she not thought of checking for a room there, yet?

With a new sense of excitement filling her, the small feline was quick to rush up and onto the boat, ignoring the few curious glances thrown in her direction. It wasn't long before she had descended below decks, green eyes scanning from room to room as she looked for one that wasn't occupied. Eventually, she found it – her room. It was a rather modest little room, with no significant extra decoration to speak of. Instead, there was really just a cot and barrel inside. It was clear that the room had gone unused for a while, considering the thick layers of dust occupying various corners, but she could clean that up with a bit of effort. While the room was nothing extravagant to write home about, Lumia had to admit that she was excited about finally finding a place to stay that she was sure of.

Moving a bit farther into the room, the feline turned and grabbed her bag, pulling out the two possessions that she had brought with her. A small leather-bound journal, with several of her own inky pawprints dried on the cover, and a small seashell. The seashell was the same wheat yellow of her own fur, and it had a small crack running down the middle. Taking both objects, she carefully deposited them on top of the barrel, sitting down nearby and tapping her paw against her own muzzle in thought. After a moment, she found herself muttering, "I guess I don't really have too much to my name, huh...?" That wasn't really her fault, considering Caesar had never given her anything, but it still stung a bit. However, the soothing shift of light waves rocking the Anchored Tempest was enough to calm her saddened mind, at least for the moment.

WATER POURING DOWN FROM THE CEILING

— Reggan