Buying the boat was a mistake.

Galatea was floating on the water, having sailed far enough to just barely see the shore- just the sound of the waves and the smell of the sea to accompany her. It was so much more quiet. So much more calming.

Being back on the land, back in mage society, had been nice. She'd learned, she'd made friends. She'd tried to acclimate and adapt to the throngs of 'civilization.'

But here, back in the paradise she'd spent months in? The Orphan realized how much she missed it all still. How much it beckoned to her.

She'd make arrangements. Leave notes, say goodbye- she wouldn't want to leave out of the blue.

Then afterwards? She'd draw the circle, make the ritual. And spend however long she wanted in the Ocean's embrace. However long it took.