The boathouse had become something that just felt so much like their place, that even when there was no necessity be down here (i.e. she and Sable Ileana were NOT plotting), Vera still found her feet took her into the direction. Lately, she found she liked to come down here on her own and think, curling up into the bottom of one of the boats faaaaar down the pier, a blanket wrapped over her and a book in her bag to thumb through. Currently, she had another book giving fashion tips - and she was hoping this author was less of a quack than apparently the other, but no definitive evidence as of yet.

She paused in her page flipping thinking she was hearing some footsteps on the wooden boards, and she considered peaking up to see if it was someone that might be fun to pop out at. But she also found her heart currently not into the scare, so she was running on the belief that perhaps no one would come down this far in the line of boats - there were a ton of other perfectly good ones - so instead she just slunk a liiiiittle more into the wood under her and pulled her blanket up the slightest bit higher.

Incognito mode unlocked.