42nd of Spring, 515 AV, 13th Bell, 8th Chime.
The sun was high in the sky as a Casinor glided in over the bay. Circling around through and between the other traffic of the bay. Every so often a fin breaching the bay alongside the ship, spray climbing into the air like a geyser as the Orca exhales. A sole figure can be seen on the Casinor’s deck dodging the spray as if it were a game. Bringing the ship farther into the bay Desjani pulled her coat in close warding off the chilly spring air her dreads spreading out behind her. Spotting an open dock in what looked to be the docks for smaller ships. Des sailed into the vacant spot and tied off the mooring line to the dock. Wide curved sword sheath dangling on her hip as she checked her work. Looking over and noticing a familiar dorsal fin she chuckled. Tossing a fish from her most recent catch at the fin watching as a massive toothed mouth rose out of the water and gobbled the morsel up before dipping back down.