A recreational fly fisher and sailor who stopped by South Zagoria for a resupply.
⠀⠀⠀⠀Aniya was a student at Kuban State University working on her MS in Environmental Engineering. She lived a long ways from her family, but she handled it pretty well, and cooking for herself was nice and meditative. Over the summer she had planned a short sailing trip to the Green Sea to clear her mind, stopping by many of the settlements on the coast. She had never gone so far south before, but this was exactly what she wanted; visiting new places is good for the soul, after all.
⠀⠀⠀⠀She arrived in Chernogorsk, a small port city in South Zagoria, to stay for a night or two. She moored her small sailboat along the many beaches in the area and hiked inland for a place to put up her hammock. Unbeknownst to her, the day was July 9th: the CDF had already begun closing down traffic in the area. She only found out when she entered Chernogorsk to stock up for the next leg of her trip when her phone alerted her of some military bogus up north. She couldn't care less, and it was probably more important to get some well-needed rest instead. The next morning began with the sound of rain and loud military planes flying about. Definitely not the best sailing weather. She figured she'd spend the next day there too; she'd forgotten to buy toothpaste anyway.
⠀⠀⠀⠀Apparently some crazy airstrike had happened and people were quite upset. It was probably a good time for her to leave. She packed up her things and headed for her sailboat, although there was a lot more traffic on the road she crossed than there had been before. When she finally reached the coast, her home away from home was nowhere to be found. Had some lunatic stolen it? Had it blown away in high tide? She headed to the city to report the possible theft; it's not easy to hide a sailboat, even a small one. When she arrived, she found the people in a slight panic. Some were packing their things, and others locked themselves indoors. Some were in the streets, shouting at the military presence in the city that she somehow hadn't noticed before. Again, it was probably a good time for her to leave.
⠀⠀⠀⠀She booked it into the hills, hoping to wait for everything to blow over so she could try to get back home before people worried. As expected, the phone lines were crowded and she was on her own. Luckily she had most of her camping gear with her, so waiting around shouldn't be a problem. The fishing pole was back in the dinghy though, so she'd have to find another. At least this'll be a fun story for when she gets home?