Time - Begins Early Morning, but will continue sometime after...
Location - Lost at sea somewhere off the Southern Continent around Southern Seahold and the Flotilla
@Ember | Fali'vas
When Audra came to herself, it was to the feel of a nose nudging at her brow. Eyes slit open from the lure of such a sensation, only to regard the brown body standing before her.
Her brown firelizard whined with worry, and nosed her once more, pulling her further out of her daze. The more she came to herself, the more she realised she was still rocking along the waves, but not aboard the Lord of the Tempest. Instead, it was upon the flotsam of the ship's remains, a chunk of hull and netting, that she awoke upon. As drew awake, she pieced together those last conscious moments of the storm. Despite the fact she had found herself lost in the twisting currents of the abyss, Audra had somehow managed to reach her way back to the surface, fighting the the raging sea until she took a deep gulp of life giving breath. She had survived the batters of the storm, and climbed upon the remaining pieces of the ships refuge to keep her afloat. She had survived when all else had perished.
She closed her eyes once more, not willing to accept just yet that she had survived. Rather than die a quick death, she was now to starve at sea. If she could just drown now... But when a lap of water sluice over her makeshift raft and ran along her gaping lips, Audra lifted herself up in a startled and coughed out the droplets that trickled into her lungs. After several desperate gasps, Audra felt life refill her lungs and fuel her need to survive. But how?
Sea Flea warbled at her.
Of course! Find land boy. Go!
With a croon of reluctance, Sea Flea slipped off bravely over the sea to find relief. He returned not even an hour later with a promise of dry land not far from where she was. With a final breath, Audra slipped back into the sea, and crossed the distance between herself and shelter. Part of her worried about what might lurk in the depths, but she could not allow the fear to consume her. If she did, she would drown. Swim! Far above her, Sea Flea chattered out his encouragements, driving her towards the distance where an outcrop of sand and rocks came into view. As she neared, the coral nipped at her shins during her crossing. Blood streamed from fresh wounds, but she was quick to reach the sands before any predators might take notice. They were shallow wounds and would heal once dry, but they were in the least of her problems. Her little Isle could be crossed within fifteen minutes, and offered her little shelter for when the next storm would inevitably come and flood her little sand bar. There was also no drinkable water, not enough to sustain her. If she was to survive, she needed to reach actual land in three days. Knowing time was against her, Audra sent Sea Flea out for help, but how was she to be found when not even she knew where she was? Without any stars to guide her, Audra was truly lost.
Go to the Flotilla, Sea Flea. It's our only chance, she pleaded with the firelizard. From his eyes, she made sure her form stranded upon the isle sandbar was implanted within his mind, the shape of the isle, the height of the sun, the storms that brewed around them. Find help!
With a chatter, the brown slipped between.
A little lost brown firelizard appeared over the Flotilla, shrieking out in a panic. He called to the pearls, and found one in particular, a white-green pearl, to implant the images engraved upon his mind. A woman caught on a sandbar in the middle of the sea. The shape of the island, the skies, the position of the sun, all of it was given to the pearl, desperate for her to go charge off into the sea after his precious mistress, but it would be difficult to find her when there was so little to go by.
And yet... Sea Flea could feel her, feel the vague direction of where his lady was located. Rather that zip about without any sense, he kept darting towards a certain direction, and cried out for the pearl to follow. However far, however long, he would guide them to his mistress.