“All journeys must come to an end.”~The Wanderer
Bernin landed outside the forest. The town was still there, it had expanded a little though. The outer ring was bigger and she could see the place where the new wall would eventually go. They were already clearing the trees. It was slow going though, even with lumberjacks working day in day out. She sat herself down outside the sunboat station and dispelled the illusion. It was largely unnecessary, but she never liked the attention that came with flying into a town, she wasn’t about to give up the convenience though.
She looked at the sunboat station. It was expanded a bit as well, like the rest of the town. There was an additional pier, built with better wood as well. She assumed they must be planning a renovation of the older piers sometime in the future. That wasn’t the real issue though. The problem was that it was suddenly a lot more crowded. She could handle crowds just fine, it was the confined space that was the issue.
It was time for a plan b. She had the materials of course, if she was being entirely honest with herself, she had wanted this outcome. She wasn’t amazing at teleportation, but she could cast it just fine. It took some prep time, but that was more than worth it in her opinion. It was getting rather late though. She decided to just take it easy for the rest of the day, then teleport home in the morning. After breakfast of course.
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She made her way back to the tavern for one more night not inside her own room. She just hoped the beds had also gotten better. Everything else had been improved over the past few weeks, the beds had to be top priority. At least in her opinion.
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The next morning Bernin was completely done with the north. Sure, the bed was neither hard nor soft. No, the only way to truly describe the bed was …moist. Then, the eggs in the morning were hard. Not hard boiled, that would be normal. No, the egg was actually difficult to eat. She had no idea how that was even possible or how she had managed to piss off the innkeeper, but she was well and truly done.
She grabbed her equipment and double checked everything. She had her bag and … well that was really all she had brought in the first place. She walked around town and looked for a place relatively out of sight. She found something around the edge and set up a quick ward using some of the stones around here. She then grabbed a particularly long stick and got to drawing.
The sigils didn’t really matter that much. They were there to anchor herself in space. She then threw the stick out of the circle and began channelling. She slowed her breathing and focussed on her reservoir. Slowly drawing out power. A minute went by, then another. Until she finally felt the magic respond. In a single flash, she vanished from where she stood. The moment extended through space as she appeared back in her room. She was back home.