On the docks by the Samsara, Port of Fandom, Saturday Evening

Apparently some of the porgs were just fed up and done with Octavia's hermiting this week. Or they had entirely different reasons for how they seemed to have swarmed the little deck of her ship this evening, to make a lot of noise. They were wild animals, after all.

They'd disrupted another attempt to read, either way. And Octavia had rested her book on her lap, listening and waiting for the cacophony to stop. When it seemed like it wasn't going to, she'd managed to make herself actually go out and check on them.

Apart from a few burbles, they'd quieted down as soon as she was out. In her soft, muttered Trig, Octavia had told them to keep it that way. Then she'd gone back inside.

The yelling had started up again almost immediately after.

Octavia had spent another long moment listening to it. Then she'd gotten up again, and grabbed a blanket - and that was how she ended up sitting on the dock by her boat, wrapped up in a blanket and with her legs dangling over the edge, surrounded by porgs as she craned her neck and looked up at the sky.

All of them were quiet, now. The birds and the woman.

And for the first time this week, just a little, she felt like she was really breathing.

[ooc: Open post by the open water.]