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Asaph heard the small cracking sounds before movement jarred her position. Trying her best to push Fayre a bit away so she could see around the girl who currently blocked her vision from seeing anything other than the cool ice below, she questioned in a tone giving away how freaked out she was, "what's that noise? Fayre-"
"Why are we moving?" Fayre squeaked, holding on tighter to Asaph as shivers racked her body. "Elas, why are we moving?" Fayre commented again, wildly turning her eyes onto the drenched boy. Asaph made a soft motion to move away from Fayre's death grasp once more, but she just clung on tighter. Elas uncharacteristically rolled his eyes as he gritted out "Fayre, I haven't got a clue," between his chattering teeth. It was peculiar, he'd give her that. He didn't remember there being that strong of a current from his time spent in the frigid water, so what was propelling them forward now? There had been no change in the wind. There also had been no cracks in the ice previously. How peculiar it was that the ice would break in a perfect circle around them.
Elas must have noticed the sound of cheering at the same time Serrai had, as his head snapped up to look at the shore line ahead of them. There was no doubt in his mind they were not on the same beach they had been on before. How was this possible? It wasn't. He hadn't even remembered swimming back up to air. He had just remembered sinking. Maybe he really had drowned and this was some weird after effect of not enough oxygen to the brain? He was surprised at how cognizant he was of his own thoughts and senses if that were the case.
But if this were real, God, he hoped those people weren’t apart of some weird cult thing.
As soon as the ice chunk all four of them floated on stopped at a smirking boys face, Elas steadied his position and straightened his back, trying to study the boy. Meanwhile, Asaph was still struggling to even get away from Fayre’s grasp. Fayre, noticing the people finally, loosened her grip long enough that Asaph pushed herself away from the girl’s arms and nearly toppled over into the now shallow water. She was too busy talking deep inhalations of breath after nearly suffocating a second times today after being shrouded by the other girl, that she hadn’t even looked up to notice the people until the boy in front of them spoke. Whipping her head up, her bright eyes considerably widened and Elas noted the nervous and confused look that crossed her features.
As Elas and Asaph took his offered hand, Asaph being the only one to offer a tiny “thank you,” Fayre, probably the wariest of them all in this situation, made a pointed effort to ignore his offered hand to try to get off the ice herself. Unfortunately, her efforts failed as her foot slipped on the surface and she landed with a splash in the cold water once more. Quickly scurrying up with a proclamation of, “shit, I hate the cold!”, she ran up to land and she was the first one to strip off her sodden clothes without so much of a care in the world as to who saw before slipping on the warm coat, and burying her face half into it.
Elas and Asaph made their way to stand on either side of Serrai as Fayre was to busy in her own world trying to heat her body back up. Elas was about to ask him what exactly was going on before Serrai beat him to the punch.
Neither Asaph nor Elas could make much sense of Aroian’s words. Elas was a little offended that he would suggest they were being humorous in the first place, as this was not a funny situation in the slightest. Fayre, on the other hand, made an audible snorting noise once he introduced himself as the ‘Lord of Winter’. Sure, she thought, sarcastically saying under her breath as if on instinct, “oh yeah, and I’m the Lord of Summer.” Elas shot her a disapproving look, while Asaph used her elbow to hit her in the side, giving her an equal chastising side eye.
As they made their way to whatever cover they had set up, Asaph scrunched up her nose as she tried to figure out exactly where she’d heard the term Navyn before. She was positive she’d never heard of a town or place like that before. “You said this place was Navyn?” Asaph questioned, stepping up to walk alongside the blue haired boy. “And what did you mean before when you said welcome home? We’ve been here before, haven’t we?” Asaph couldn’t get over the overwhelming feeling of nostalgia. She swore, even the air in this place seemed familiar.
From behind her, she heard Fayre scoff, “it sounds like some made up place to me.” Elas, as much as he hated to agree with Fayre, got the point she was going for. Nodding his head, he said, “I’ve never heard of a region named Navyn. What country is this in, or rather what continent?” Still, none of this was making any sense to him. Fayre muttered not-so subtly, “who cares, they’ll probably just going to chop us up into little pieces anyways.”
"Why are we moving?" Fayre squeaked, holding on tighter to Asaph as shivers racked her body. "Elas, why are we moving?" Fayre commented again, wildly turning her eyes onto the drenched boy. Asaph made a soft motion to move away from Fayre's death grasp once more, but she just clung on tighter. Elas uncharacteristically rolled his eyes as he gritted out "Fayre, I haven't got a clue," between his chattering teeth. It was peculiar, he'd give her that. He didn't remember there being that strong of a current from his time spent in the frigid water, so what was propelling them forward now? There had been no change in the wind. There also had been no cracks in the ice previously. How peculiar it was that the ice would break in a perfect circle around them.
Elas must have noticed the sound of cheering at the same time Serrai had, as his head snapped up to look at the shore line ahead of them. There was no doubt in his mind they were not on the same beach they had been on before. How was this possible? It wasn't. He hadn't even remembered swimming back up to air. He had just remembered sinking. Maybe he really had drowned and this was some weird after effect of not enough oxygen to the brain? He was surprised at how cognizant he was of his own thoughts and senses if that were the case.
But if this were real, God, he hoped those people weren’t apart of some weird cult thing.
As soon as the ice chunk all four of them floated on stopped at a smirking boys face, Elas steadied his position and straightened his back, trying to study the boy. Meanwhile, Asaph was still struggling to even get away from Fayre’s grasp. Fayre, noticing the people finally, loosened her grip long enough that Asaph pushed herself away from the girl’s arms and nearly toppled over into the now shallow water. She was too busy talking deep inhalations of breath after nearly suffocating a second times today after being shrouded by the other girl, that she hadn’t even looked up to notice the people until the boy in front of them spoke. Whipping her head up, her bright eyes considerably widened and Elas noted the nervous and confused look that crossed her features.
As Elas and Asaph took his offered hand, Asaph being the only one to offer a tiny “thank you,” Fayre, probably the wariest of them all in this situation, made a pointed effort to ignore his offered hand to try to get off the ice herself. Unfortunately, her efforts failed as her foot slipped on the surface and she landed with a splash in the cold water once more. Quickly scurrying up with a proclamation of, “shit, I hate the cold!”, she ran up to land and she was the first one to strip off her sodden clothes without so much of a care in the world as to who saw before slipping on the warm coat, and burying her face half into it.
Elas and Asaph made their way to stand on either side of Serrai as Fayre was to busy in her own world trying to heat her body back up. Elas was about to ask him what exactly was going on before Serrai beat him to the punch.
Neither Asaph nor Elas could make much sense of Aroian’s words. Elas was a little offended that he would suggest they were being humorous in the first place, as this was not a funny situation in the slightest. Fayre, on the other hand, made an audible snorting noise once he introduced himself as the ‘Lord of Winter’. Sure, she thought, sarcastically saying under her breath as if on instinct, “oh yeah, and I’m the Lord of Summer.” Elas shot her a disapproving look, while Asaph used her elbow to hit her in the side, giving her an equal chastising side eye.
As they made their way to whatever cover they had set up, Asaph scrunched up her nose as she tried to figure out exactly where she’d heard the term Navyn before. She was positive she’d never heard of a town or place like that before. “You said this place was Navyn?” Asaph questioned, stepping up to walk alongside the blue haired boy. “And what did you mean before when you said welcome home? We’ve been here before, haven’t we?” Asaph couldn’t get over the overwhelming feeling of nostalgia. She swore, even the air in this place seemed familiar.
From behind her, she heard Fayre scoff, “it sounds like some made up place to me.” Elas, as much as he hated to agree with Fayre, got the point she was going for. Nodding his head, he said, “I’ve never heard of a region named Navyn. What country is this in, or rather what continent?” Still, none of this was making any sense to him. Fayre muttered not-so subtly, “who cares, they’ll probably just going to chop us up into little pieces anyways.”