OOC: Solo.
She held the piece of art in her hands.

A beautiful, sturdy bow. Made of talymer, this war bow was incredibly thick and long. On their own, meager yew war bows had a humongous drawback weight. Even as she held it casually, however, Felicity knew the talymer powerhouse would be hefty.

The wide eyed teen merely observed the bow as wind blew in her face. She looked up. She was sailing at sea. The smell of salt water was simultaneously refreshing and odd. Felicity had sailed so many times before. Her first experience at sea was when she was nine. It was her first taste of freedom from the dung pile that was Eiskalt. It was also her first sense of adventure. She remembered glaciers, mountains of raw ice in the ocean, floating slowly by in crisp, cold air. She had many furs pilled on top to keep the plummeting temperatures from killing her. The little girl generated her own heat by running up and down the ramps, watching with innocent eyes upon the new, blue world. She had asked the captain and crew every tedious question she could over what this rope or this lever did.

Felicity blinked, bringing her back to the present.

She was seventeen now, soon to turn eighteen. The redhead was currently on a boat which sailed from Scara Brae to Corone. It was where her big brother primarily lived, and she wanted to get as far away from the Toivonen family as possible…

Corone was her home since she was nine. Although a shy little girl, the previously traumatized child learned to warm up to the rolling grasslands in time. She remembered even her first glimpse of the island nation from afar. She had been astonished to see so much green! Eiskalt was a frigid, mountain land of snow. Mostly shades of browns and white, endless white, had been the only bland image she saw her whole life. For Corone, however, it blew her away. Green. She had seen the dark evergreens of Eiskalt in the past, but it was mostly the same old shade. In Corone however, there were varieties of different plants, grasses, trees with multitudes of different colors. Even amongst the purple lavender and yellow tulips, however, the simple green of grasses impacted her the most. To this day, green was her favorite color.

And now, she was sailing to Corone again. Once again, the sounds of sailors shouting and equipment clamoring dominated her senses. The smooth currents and gentle tossing of soothing waves was barely audible. Thus far, travel faired well. Felicity currently leaned against a white beam, observing her new weapon in her hand.