Gideon Nav

It takes some work (and about a thousand texts), but she finally talks Maeve into letting her take her out for her birthday. Harrow hates it, obviously but Gideon tells her, doesn't ask for permission. She'll take the lumps for that later. She treats it like a date - Maeve is pretty much her favourite person, one the most important people to her in this city or out of it and she might hate her birthday, but Gideon takes celebrating her friend seriously.

Which sees her waiting outside Maeve's building in the blazer that she'd bought when she went to help Pal out over a black button down and jeans, Maeve's birthday present tucked into the inside pocket of her jacket. She pulls out her phone and texts, Yo! Downstairs x.

She hates this shit. Her knee is braced, her shoulder and upper arm are braced and, thus limited, she hobbles whereever she wants to go. More than anything, she wants to explore this new place that she finds herself, but she can't get far enough so shse finds herself just mapping the little part of it that she's in.

Things she likes, so far: ice-cream, punk music, combat boots. The sea. Oh, God. The sea. She sits and stares at it for hours and the well of emotions that she feels is difficult to define. Sometimes, she wants to fight it; sometimes, she wants to drown in it. She loves listening to it. She lowers herself down to sit in the sand, her ruined leg stretched out in front of her, and she listens to the sound of the sea.