Twix Family/Fey/Return

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Lukon, I am home.

An elaborate riverboat is docked at Portion’s passenger pier. On deck a petite woman with a dark tan and wide crows-feet is clasping both hands with the first mate, hooded eyes sparkling. She turns stiffly to disembark the steep boarding ramp, making no complaint nor seeking assistance. Her steps are purposeful with hands carefully hovering over the ropes as she descends, boots finding the centerline of the wood platform slowly and firmly. Broad shoulders support a short travelling cloak over tailored shirt and trews; the practiced eye notices she has wealth for such fine garments and prefers not to show it off with anything sparkly.

One booted foot contacts the heavy grey pier with hardly a sound and she stops, her head down, vision full of that moment.

Lukon, realm of the wise, I am home.

Her gaze reaches up with a pleading crease curling her brow as the city skyline rises before her, her childhood self cherishing again each familiar building, cornice, and shadow. Her hands find the ramp’s end posts to steady herself as she stares unblinking.

Portion. The city where she began her career so many decades ago. Home of her parents and generations before them. The optimistic youth who had once known these roads upside down and backwards stands now in the shell of a wizened old knight on ground that is both familiar and startlingly alien. Old buildings are flanked with new additions, and the banners adorning the streets bear an unfamiliar sigil: not the Lukon she remembers. The bold red, purple, and black of Lukon’s flag is replaced with a subtler one bearing a star in its center, and in 'no recognizable colour from this distance', she thinks with some scorn. Heraldry is meant to be recognized by all from many paces away, so one knows whom to shoot…

Shining optimism for novelty and the call of her brother led her away from this place so many years ago.

Lack of news from her relatives in several years had brought her back.

Both feet now solidly on the pier, the veteran knight stretches her diminutive frame up to the sunshine and blue sky with its wheeling terns and breeze-snapping banners. Her mind full and busy silently thinking up lists she sets off confidently in the direction of the City Hall.