Blair had smiled as they were filed onto the bus, it reminded her a lot of being back at Chapterhouse, even though she wasn't a Truthsayer the discipilned movements of the Sisterhood saw every trip the school took happen in a similar manner as what they experienced. She sat alone on the bus staring out of the window taking in the views. The canals seemed to almost twinkle in the sunlight and she began thinking a little of her task here. Chanal was a city the Sisterhood knew little of and that alone was reason enough to send a Missionara, someone to see what gems of knowledge could be learnt here to advance the aims of the Bene Gesserit. As the bus crossed another canal her mind turned to the poems of an ancient member of the Sisterhood, legend told that she had left valuable scrolls in a far away land but the map to them had been lost. All that remained was a book of poems written by the woman during her time away and Blair had memorised much of it, one of the scholars believed Chanal could have been the location because of the words it contained.
"A thin wet sky, that yellows at the rim,
And meets with sun-lost lip the marsh's brim.
The pools low lying, dank with moss and mould
Glint through their mildews like large cups of gold.
Among the wild rice in the still lagoon,
In monotone the lizard shrills his tune.
The wild goose, homing, seeks a sheltering,
Where rushes grow, and oozing lichens cling.
Late cranes with heavy wing, and lazy flight,
Sail up the silence with the nearing night.
And like a spirit, swathed in some soft veil,
Steals twilight and its shadows o'er the swale.
Hushed lie the sedges, and the vapours creep,
Thick, grey and humid, while the marshes sleep."
She hadn't realised she'd whispered the poem rather than saying it in her head and continued looking out of the window while they made their journey. As everyone else boarded the bus she waited to be told where they were rooming before grabbing her gear and going for a walk around the block. She was keen to find a quiet spot, she prefered being outside. After a few minutes she found one near a tree and sat down, she unrolled the mat strapped to the bottom of the pack and sat cross legged on the ground her back ramrod straight. For a good five minutes she prayed as she meditated on her Prana Bindu, a method designed to enable a Bene Gesseirt sister to master her physical and emotional being. She always felt better after her meditations and now feeling refreshed she rolled the mat up and headed back into the dorm. She looked to see which room contained the spare bed and seeing one with a girl laying on one bed, a set of belongings on another and what appeared to be a Himeyanan girl who looked like she'd just arrived to.
"Anyone take that one" Blair pointed to the spare bed and once confirming it was empty put the smaller of the two rucksacks on it, "I'm Blair, I'm from Ui Cenneslaig" she placed the larger one on the floor and began unpacking. "Take care of your kit and your kit takes care of you" she thought to herself keen to get unpacked before breakfast. She had planned well for her trip, trying her best to fit in with what a student was like. She took out a long thin cardboard tube from her bag and opened it, descreetly palming her crystknife and tucking it into the compartment on her ankle. Next she took a large world map from the tube and pinned it to the wall, tiny little photos were glued onto it showing the locations she'd visited. She took the map everywhere she could and with the exception of Kaitaine it showed a detailed record of her global travels. She finished placing her clothing and other belongings away before turning to the others in the room. "So anyone coming for breakfast" she headed for the door and swung the cloak around her shoulders in a well practiced motion, it was not really all that different to the desert ones they all wore in Seitch, however those served a more practical purpose, she wondered if she could get away wearing her Bene Gesserit one here rather than this one, she'd brought it with her and it now hung in the wardrobe, just one more item people would consider eccentric, such as her combat boots which peered out beneth the cloaks bottom. She made her way into the hall to grab breakfast, having got a plate she looked and found an almost empty table and headed over taking a seat and watching for others arrving