She'd never liked the ocean, really. But when you're running from your past, it doesn't matter what you face, as long as it isn't the pain. The dark skies above the sea did offer her a sense of peace and comfort, however fleeting. Madenia gives a smirk to her Captain before departing the vessel, her boot heels thudding with an echo against the docks.

Hardly an hour later her cheeks were wine red, and her hair a frazzled mess. Of course she'd found the nearest tavern and washed away the memories with bad decisions. Her beautiful, stormy eyes met with someone's. Maybe they'd want to spend some time with her?

"H-hey there." She hiccups, her hat tilted on her head. "Wanna come dance?" Madenia suggests to this new person with a grin, standing up with a wobble as she points to where a few people are dancing. She knows it's cruel of her to use some innocent person as a distraction from her pain, but Gods above, she wants to feel something.