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by ShadowWake on Sat Mar 14, 2009 1:47 pm
The mud was sliding from her grasp even as she dragged her exhausted form over the lip of the hole, the squelching sounds of her strange companion echoing dully behind her as he followed. A faint sense of relief wavered in her chest; despite his unemotive tendancies, the man's logic could prove useful and if Sol needed anything in this landscape, it was help. Heaving herself onto unsteady feet, the elven woman spun on her heel to peer through the shafts of stinging rain, goosebumps standing on her chilled flesh. But all thoughts of the numbing cold left her tired mind as her reef-coloured gaze rested on the great leviathon wandering steadily closer to their position.
Speechless for the first time, Solstice watched the... thing open-mouthed, long hair clinging wetly to her face in dark rats-tails. A limb stretched - skyward was a term she had difficulty using, for the being was already in the sky - batting at the deep grey of the rain clouds as though they were merely spider-webs crossing its path. A sudden gale hit them, drawing a wave that crashed over the woman's head and left her coughing upon her mud-spattered knees, but she noticed dimly that the downpour had ceased.
Slowly - excruciatingly - Sol pushed herself up into a standing position once more, staring blankly at the distant danger. Glimmering lights, she noticed dimly, were heading towards them - straight into the path of destruction - and the elf almost laughed at the bitter irony. Gentle swells were lapping around her calves like the wake from a boat and, frowning deeply, Solstice decided that if she ever survived, she would be quite happy never seeing the ocean again. A flicker of motion closer to home caught her eye as a dark shadow swirled in the waters surrounding their fragile sanctuary and turning her head slightly - teal gaze still fixed on the movement - she made to speak to the stranger at her elbow, stopping when she realised that he was concentrating on a different task.
Irritation changing swiftly to confusion, Sol turned fully, surveying the huge man in curiosity as he sat waist-deep in sloshing water. Opening her mouth again, the woman closed it with a shake of her head, realising that there was probably no point in voicing her query. Blue radiated from his form as he trailed his fingertip across his chest, following lines that seemed ingrained into him and it was only when the man paused, ripping into his own flesh, that she realised his ink was blood. Without a sound, an incandescent dome whispered up around them, giving the world a crimson-tinted hue and flushing away the water from around them until the only wet objects in the area were themselves. Immediately, the elf's skin was bathed in warmth - her limbs no longer surrounded by chilling water - and, despite herself, Solstice smiled slightly, eyes fluttering shut for a moment to simply enjoy the feeling.
“We can... go underwater with this,” the man grated between breaths, clearly far more exhausted than she had previously realised, and Sol's gaze settled on him as he tried to stand several times, failing miserably. His arm was bleeding - not too much but enough to cause further weakness - and the woman cursed her background, wishing - not for the first time - that she had borne he brother's skill in healing. As a compromise, Solstice wandered over to the caved-in remains of the hole, yanking the tattered strip of her chest-strap from the mud. Flapping it hard, she then removed as much of the dirt as she could with the edge of her blade before wandering over to the slumped giant.
It felt awkward - for a start, the man's head as he sat was around the same level as her chest and he was still glowing faintly - but biting against her annoyances again, Sol picked up the man's injured arm, wrapping the cleanest part of the cloth around the bleeding wound as tightly as possible. Avoiding his gaze, the elven woman silently slid herself under the stranger's uninjured lower arm, allowing herself to be used as a prop. It was a stupid idea - his weight was far greater than hers and it took nearly all her energy to help support him - but her clear morals wouldn't allow her to abandon him: certainly not after the event that had just occured.
"There's something in the water," she told him bluntly, still avoiding meeting any of the man's glowing eyes, "But considering we don't have a lot of choice, our only option it to head towards the town. I doubt we've any chance of getting around that..." Sol's gaze fixed with a frown upon the being, "thing - not on foot at least - so hopefully the town will have something we can use, either against it or to get away from it." She sighed. "Even if they know something about it, it'll be better than what we have now."
Finally dragging her gaze to his, the elf gave a wry smile. "And I guess it's about time you knew my name, seeing as we seem to be inextricably tied... It's Sol Aibhilín - that's Solstice but I guess neither one would matter. Any other ideas, or should we just get on with it?"
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