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Galveston, Texas - Aura (Open)
It's dawn on the little island city, and Aura stands on the dock as its workers and her own crew busy themselves with their supplies and cargo onto the Bailando Brisa. She watches with sharp eyes as things are hauled up and down the gangplank, lest she need to step in and catch both the cargo and person with some fancy Air weaving.
They were running on time, so far; the tide was good, and the winds were guaranteed to be just as favourable once they were on their way. All that was left were the last bits of paperwork, and as long as they didn't run into any problems from the water beasties, they should be arriving at New Orleans by nightfall.
They were running on time, so far; the tide was good, and the winds were guaranteed to be just as favourable once they were on their way. All that was left were the last bits of paperwork, and as long as they didn't run into any problems from the water beasties, they should be arriving at New Orleans by nightfall.
