Tamsin hugged the rail on the side of the ship. The trip to the seafolk isles had not been a pleasant one. Being of the Marid bloodline, Tamsin had been very sure that of all she would be the least likely to get sick, however she was one of the worst affected. The several weeks since leaving port had been a mix of trying to calm the roil in her stomach and coating the side of the ship and waves bellow green with what little she could get down. Finally they arrived to their destination, Tamsin all but ran down the plank and onto the ‘solid’ ground of the wharf. Taking a few moments to compose herself, she readied herself for what could possibly come next. As long as it wasn’t on a ship for a few days she would be ok. She hoped.