[Because Araceli doesn't always have to think about what she's doing or why because there are lessons she learnt before even knowing they were lessons, all the better for a girl to do them easy as breathing. If Araceli doesn't stop and think about it then she's just reacting, doing what has to be done in a situation because that's what she was taught to do as a girl and grew up doing, continued to do as a thief, as a guard, as a bard. The words settle in her, her own smile more watery than she wants it to be because she would like a better face. A more reassuring face where she can so sure with all the answers, with all the support but here she has her two hands and they can only offer them out because that's they only way they aren't empty.]

The lessons strike home, I'll make a player of the Game out of you yet, what would Madame Vivienne or Madame LeBlanc say? [Even teasing her as a distraction, saying those names hurts too when they're among a list of all those who didn't make the trip to Kirkwall either with their own missions and assignments seeing them better served elsewhere or so the official line went.] For every finger the points, there are three pointing back but consider it the other way when it's them pointing at you. [Clumsy but there are always a lot more voices lurking somewhere, Araceli knew that well enough at home she just has a luxury here because whatever else she is, she's still come out of it luckier than most being human and without magic.]

I would like to see Ostwick and what there is to be seen with my own eyes, to get a feel for the coastline we live on now and the islands scattered about the pirates and smugglers might use. [So you know, stranger things have happened than a sailing trip.]