Gracia stood at the bow of the ship, her's had caught a good wind, and had made it to the Blossomer Sea ahead of the others. She gazed at the lands before her, one stood out to her, the Desert of Silhouettes, she had never see such a land before, so little life to be seen. Even as a child, seeing the after effects of war, there was still much or life to be seen. She turned her spyglass slightly and now she could see mountains on the horizon, these must be the lands of Swordfell. Gracia put her spy glass back in her pouch, and sat down at the bow of the ship, as much as sea travel didn't agree with her, the wind blowing through her hair and the smell of the crisp sea air was pleasant. She pulled he hair out of the tight braid she kept it in, lets the wind take her hair for the moment, simply enjoying the freedom of the open sea.
