Sail Away, Sail Away [Open]

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The Sensoriums were good for a few things, Ter'thelas had found. The strange rooms were usually a place he avoided as he found the simulated reality a bit too unsettling for his tastes, no matter how real things seemed. In this case, however, it was rather gratifying. Anyone who might enter would find themselves on a small boat, a yacht in fact, about 40 feet in length and rigged with a single triangular foresail and a mainsail amidships. A handy craft that could be handled by one man, provided he knew what he was doing. The weather, it seemed, was perfect. Bright sun, few clouds, and a stiff sea breeze.

At the aft end on the raised section of the quarterdeck was a small wheel directing the tiller; there stood Ter'thelas, hair tied back and out of his eyes as a sea breeze whipped stray locks of his long mane about him. The vessel fairly danced across the smooth blue-green swell of the waves, raising and falling as the elf set a course for nowhere in particular. For once, he had nothing but himself, the sea, and a fine craft to guide across the waves.

At least until the simulation ended.