[ amara stands at the prow of the ship, arms wrapped around herself, staring out, as she has been for most of the trip. she's dressed in long flowing silks, which catch the ocean mist, leaving it bedecked in what appear to be glittering dabs of water. the waters ahead look a little choppy but not abnormal, and yet amara nods gravely, closing her eyes and slowly raising one hand, palm up ] Yes. This is the place.
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