Little Thada Adel grew up near the coastline of Umara. Daughter of two renown merfolk loremasters, she practically was educated by herself thanks to the books her parents used to leave at home. She was very used to the absence of her parents. The neighbors watched at her while they were gone, but Thada was very curious, intrepid and independent, so rarely she was caught while swimming down the river afterhours or jumping from one neighbor's ceiling to the next.
She was already a teenager when her parents took longer than usual to return.
So much longer.
Tired of waiting for months, and sick of all the sympathy showing from her neighbors, as is she was still a little fish, she decided to follow them. Scavenging her home for anything useful was the hard part: She hardly remembered which books, maps and tomes were researched the latest. During those cold, long nights, she was assaulted by visions of her mother in pain and her father unable to help her, and remembrance of times when they were with her at home. How many times her mother saw to the sky and her father followed her gaze to the hedrons above, "soon, darling, soon".
That was it. To the hedrons they went, and to the hedrons she will follow them.
Equipped with all the tools she could get from home, reality struck at her as a roiled wave around noon. Yes, she the maps. Yes, she had the hooks. Yes, she had lamps and oil. What she lacked was money altogether. She took a deep breath. Memories will always be with her. She didn't need any objects from her childhood to keep them. So she sold everything. Not that this gave her too much. Neighbors weren't precisely rich, and most of them bought the thing just to help her, not at all by wanting or needing what she offered. Nonetheless, she got a few coins.
Now, as her father would have said, she needed assistants. She had the brains, definitely not the brawn. So she headed down to Ondu. There she would be able to find some aeronaut who'll hep her reach the hedrons above.