A Living Compass - Ember | Fali'vas


New Atricis Weyr's westernmost border of territory lands along a coast of beaches and seaside cliffs. From the western coasts, a large island can be seen, but is off limits due to the dangers of rogues inhabiting the island. Including the Flotilla settlement, slowly, Atricis' coastal border is growing thanks to the Pearls and their riders.
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Fri Aug 30, 2019 12:21 pm

Season - Mid Summer 2049 (shortly after My Only Friend, The End)
Time - Begins Early Morning, but will continue sometime after...
Location - Lost at sea somewhere off the Southern Continent around Southern Seahold and the Flotilla

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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.

Sea Flea...

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.
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It was a rare treat when Fali'vas was able to do nothing but enjoy swimming with Nymvas. There was so much to do around the Flotilla - not that she ever minded of course, she actually felt a pinch guilty for leaving, even if only for a tiny bit - that spending even a portion of her time "off schedule" was a rare commodity that came by only a dozen times a Turn if that. While she would enjoy the bonding time with her pearl, she by no means needed to have it be a constant occurrence - she and the dragonkin were as close as could be, it was just a point to have these special moments together every so often.

But every so often, something would catch Nymvas' eyes, more often than not a morsel out at sea that she had to catch and eat. It wasn't always the case, but it did happen. Today was going to be one of those exceptions it would seem, but a rather unique one at that. With a strange firelizard coming close and all but demanding her attention, the white-green pearl lifted her head from where she was lazily lounging and tried to calm the chittering creature. It only took a few moments of questioning words and images to get some idea of what was taking place.

There is a woman, trapped out on a sandbar in the middle of the sea. We should hurry. There's no telling how long that patch will last once the tides shift. Fali'vas couldn't agree more, and with her nod, she climbed onto the back of her pearl carefully and together they made their way into the water. Nymvas nosed the air near where the firelizard was circling, and requested they be led towards where the woman was trapped. Lead the way, little one, and we'll get your human for you.
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Fri Sep 13, 2019 1:43 pm

The little brown whirled in the skies several times as he waited for the pearl to tread water with her rider. Once her form cut through the waves rolling for the shore, the brown shot ahead and began to lead them towards the horizon. However, the firelizard appeared a bit lost in regards of how to find his lifemate. He led them in one direct for two hours before finally dropping to land on Nymvas. For some time, the brown regarded the ocean, and seemed to listen keenly to not the waves, but something greater, someone vastly more important than the vast sea she was lost on. Then, after a time of consideration, the brown alighted from the pearl and shot back into the skies, guiding the massive serpent and her rider farther from the shore, and deeper still into the waters.

Hours passed, until the sun reached midday, but the supposed sandbar the firelizard guided them towards was still nowhere to be seen. The brown remained determined and insistent it existed, and that his owner was very much alife, but where exactly this sandbar with the woman was remained to be seen.

***

Audra needed water and safety. She knew once high tide came that her little sandbar would be covered, but fortunately for her, there was a stony outcrop on her islet. When she reached the boulders, she found dips and crevices with small pools of water. Her initial fear was that it was sea water, but when she tested the liquid, she immediately realised the pools were filled not by the ocean, but by rainwater. Parched lips slurped at the precious fluids, replenishing her drying body, but there was not much, not of the quantity she would need to survive past three days.

In the hours to follow, she sat upon the stony outcrop, and pondered about her course of action. As she did so, the tides had begun to roll in, sweeping across the sandbar. By midday, high tide lapped at her rocky sanctuary, but Audra remained safe from the currents that might try to sweep her away. As she waited for help, she watched those waters... only to see a curious thing come into view across her drowned sandbar. A plank of wood with rope coiled around it. The flotsam must have swept in from the wreckage, remains of the Lord of the Tempest.

Down her boulder she descended, reaching the water covered sandbar. The water licked around her knees, but she remained sure footed enough to reach the wood and rope. She hulled it back to her stony outcrop and secured it quickly, before she she began untangle the rope from the wood. From her belt she procured dagger Short Fin, and began to hack at the cords. Once she got several bundles of threads freed, she fanned them out on the stone surface. She glanced up at the sun that had begun to peek through the clouds. If she could only dry the ropes... and the wood... She looked back to the plank and took her dagger to it, breaking away chunks of wood to dry with the rope. It was wet, to be sure, but it was not waterlogged as she feared. Piece by piece she broke, and set it out in an array, including several larger pieces she would need for later once it all dried under the ocean sun.

***

The weather was nearly as kind to the pearl pair and the firelizard. It had begun to rain as the oceans churned, though it was merely the wisps of the storm that churned farther out at sea. It seemed to be moving north of them towards the east, but judging by the direction the firelizard led them towards, they would keep south of it as they journeyed west.

But how far were they to go, and just where was the firelizard taking them?

There were many variables to consider before daring to press onward or turn back. It could be nightfall before they found the woman bonded to the brown firelizard... days even...
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Tue Sep 17, 2019 1:09 am

It was a good thing that they had come. With the storm whipping up, there was no telling how long it would have been before the woman in question was left adrift or worse. They had yet to find her, and still the little brown insisted they follow. Have faith, Nymvas said, and Fali'vas nodded in agreement, knowing only that she wanted to reach the woman in question before it was too late. Time was fast running out, and if they didn't reach her...

"We are almost there, little guy." She whispered, grasping hold of the straps as another wave crashed into Nymvas. Shards and shells but this storm was agonizing to breath in. She worried - about herself, about how the Flotilla would respond to her disappearance in the storm, about the woman herself. "Where is she though?" She had to be somewhere, somewhere close, someplace nearby - they had been traveling for what seemed like ages, and while she shouldn't complain (it was part of her duties as a pearlrider) this just seemed abnormal almost.

But Nymvas assured her they could do this, they would do this, it was just a matter of trusting in the instincts of the firelizard as well as her own. If something were wrong, she would know it, and Fali'vas knew that to be truth. Clutching at straps that were sure and strong, she was thankful for the guidance of her pearl, and leaned forward as another gust of wind blew against her. Soon, she told herself, just please hold on, dear friend...
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Tue Sep 17, 2019 2:58 pm

It was in the mid afternoon that the skies finally cleared fully allowing the bright summer sun to burn bright overhead and dry the stone Audra sat upon in waiting. The waters had begun to recede from the sandbar, giving the fisher a period of reprieve. The rope was drying nicely, as was the wood, but it would be at least another hour or so before Audra could set the makeshift kindle and wood ablaze.

As she stepped off her sanctuary to tread upon freshly soaked sands, she wondered where and how she might set the fire site. On the rocks, for certain, she thought, but the how continued to elude her as she padded across the small beach towards the islet edge where the waters continued wash over ripples of dusky sands. It was in her walk that she find something curious... a smoothed stone... She reached down to pick it up, inspecting the item. It could work, but she would need another just like it.

I need flint, is what I need, she thought to herself as she toed the sands and tread into deeper waters in search for a smooth rock similar to the one she had already found. After half an hour of searching, she found success.

She returned to her rocky sanctuary, and got to work on trying to start a fire. Then maybe she could find some food.

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The brown grew tired at several points, but he did not give up. When required, he found reprieve on the pearl, but as soon as he recovered, he returned to the skies leading them deeper still into the ocean. Soon, the skies began to clear by early evening, opening to the sight of the sun sinking into the burning ocean. Once the fires of Rukbat sunk beneath the horizon, the twilight swiftly came.

The main shoreline of the southern continent had long ago disappeared, yet still the woman in question was no where to be seen for all the brown insisted. Once it grew dark, the brown lost all energy to continue after a day of searching. He still longed for his bonded, his head pointed in the direction of his mistress.

Curiously, however, now so far out at sea, perhaps the little brown was no longer the only one to sense the one why sought. Unknown to them all, Audra was one with a rare and special mind, one that dragonkin held a special affinity to. Even if none of them could see her, both the brown firelizard and Nymvas could feel her, one due to his bond to the lost loved one, and the other due to the unique attraction dragonkin had towards individuals like the woman. Nymvas might not be able to track her like the little brown could, but the sensation might serve as a confirmation that the person they sought was very much alive.
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