--Cathedral, Wild Winds Trading and Acquisitions, Wild Winds Inn--
Amelia finished another drink, the night was winding down and everyone else had gone off to bed or were currently conked out at the table, which was mostly just her and the short boy on the crew who she didn't know the name of. Amelia however was a grown woman and did not allow herself to fall asleep, or drink alcohol, apparently the waitress/bartender could make a decent cup of tea, one of which just appeared to replace the one she just finished. She did however yawn, which signaled that maybe she too should head back and sleep.
Of course this train of thought was halted when she felt two hands on her shoulders and a familiar face appearing next to her. Amelia smiled at the other women, motioning for her to sit. She did, brown shoulder length bobbing as she did, her green eyes shown with mirth, a smile adorning her -comparatively- pale face.
"Hello Lorena, having a good night?" She smiled at one of the few friends she had in this city.
"Good enough," She turned as she gave an order to the waitress who went to go prepare it. "Tired though, we've been working round the clock these past few weeks, always someone looking to reclaim something out in the desert, still they're paying and we can't really say no to money can we?" A plate was set in front of her and she began digging in.
"If you're so tired, why aren't you sleeping?" An eyebrow raised as she asked the question.
"Well, I can't sleep." She took another bite of food, a look of pleasure as if she hadn't eaten all day.
"Truly?"
"Yeah, haven't finished eating yet," she smirked, "If you must know, Dad and Richard having been working on... something, rather loudly in fact. Have been since we pulled into the harbor actually, the two of them bent over schematics when we came to drop off the day's spoils." She shrugged, "So I thought I'd grab dinner, the others are probably about as well. So, how has guard duty been?" She took a drink of... something.
"It's been... Interesting, I'm not truly a member of the guard, but as I worked on their ships I learned that militia engineers are capable of making impossible repairs to equipment that should be impossible to repair," she frowned, "I never knew there were so many ways to keep a balloon intact enough when it should be leaking lifting gas at an unsustainable rate." She shook her head, "It's not all bad, their engineers have given me some good advice about keeping a ship afloat, and I've met some decent people."
"Well, you say that now, wait till you have to regularly chew someone out for breaking the equipment that you have to spend hours fixing." She smirked, "Dad needs to learn that, no, just because we survived that pirate ambush, doesn't mean I'll forgive him for blowing out my engines."
Amelia giggled and Lorena gave her a smile. The two of them traded stories for the rest of the night, only stopping when they had to part ways.
