brand new colony

It's later than usual when Divdan lets himself into their small apartment -- small by the standards they were used to on New Britain; for Arden's towering cities it's comfortable enough. Outside there's a warm, drizzling rain; his hair and clothes are wet, his face heavy and tired. He changes his shoes quietly by the door, and slips through the archway into the sitting room.

"Nomie?"

The ship from New Britain docks down in Arden's port city of Amiens around midday, releasing a small crowd of bleary-eyed passengers who've just come out of their artificial sleep. The small shuttle stamped with Arden's diplomatic plates detaches from under her wing and skates into its own dry-dock, and a little while after Saigremort emerges with his smallest piece of luggage; the rest will be forwarded to Clarie's house until he finds a place of his own.

He's spent the last fifteen years living either at the Academy or the diplomatic housing complex. It's his first time with no actual home of his own, and he looks a little lost, holding his suitcase and peering around for his sister.