The Roof; Saturday Afternoon [06/13].

[dauntlessdragoon]

Most of Freya's free time since she'd gotten here was spent either in training, or constantly bouncing around the island. She'd been spending a lot of time in particular doing a loop around the exterior of the island ever since she'd seen Silver washed up on the beach, hoping that, perhaps next time the tide brought someone in, it would be a certain missing Burmecian. A foolish hope, she knew, deep down, but one she couldn't help clinging to, because the thought gave her time here a sort of purpose, even if it was a long shot.

That morning had been no exception, and, when she did her rounds, she grabbed herself some lunch. It was nice, really, to discover that it was incredibly easy to exchange her gil for the local currency here, but she realized that it was going to run out fast, especially since one couldn't simply hunt wildlife for extra pocket gil here. She might have to consider some form of employment soon, especially if the Portaloctiy office still couldn't seem to get the right Gaia...

But that was an issue for another time, perhaps, because right now, Freya had her lunch, and she leaped up to the roof, bouncing with now familiar ease off the stables and the salle and the school to get her there, where she found a good spot to enjoy the view and her food. Some sandwiches, some cheese obtained from a very pushy bear that had no interest in her appeals for avoiding stereotypes, and pickles that she'd grown quite fond of now that she realized they wouldn't be even nearly as strong and potent as Lindblum's infamous gysahl pickles.

It was a nice break, and the island really was beautiful from this spot, so Freya was going to enjoy it as she pondered what to do with the rest of her day, although she knew it would likely just be more combing the beaches with her futile hopes...

[[ open roof is open! ]]