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[Vierren is on the top deck of the ship, idly standing on the wrong side of the railing and leaning out towards the water below. Her grip is held with one hand, the other extended to reach out to the open air that rushes by.

To fall would probably result in death, given that if the impact didn't kill her, the ocean and it's predators would. Regardless of this danger, Vie is smiling, eyes closed and hair blowing back with the wind. She's happy where she is, and confident of her abilities not to fall. Ledges and heights have never been a bother to her.

Besides, what is there to fear when you have nothing to lose?]