It was easy to get lost in the rhythm of the waves rushing the sandy cove. The voice of the ocean was a loud one, but in its consistency, it easily faded to the background. However, the impact and sound of scraping against sand quickly caught her attention. Jerking her gaze in the direction of where it came, what she saw … she wasn’t convinced she was actually seeing. Cassiela blinked rapidly as she tried to recover herself from what she perceived as a hallucination. However, the massive obsidian brute didn’t fade from her vision. Neither did his companions or the raft that he was securing in place. The scene left her gawking, but only until his voice echoed in the space between them.
“.. I-I …” The charcoal fae grasped for her own voice, but from the lack of use it evaded her. Clearing her throat, she tried again. “I-I’m alive.”I suppose. She wasn’t entirely sure of that. But for the sake of what may or may not be a delusion, she would operate on that assumption. “I guess that’s a pretty good start to being alright.” Cassiela would reiterate, allowing a faint and exhausted smirk to tug at the edge of her lips before quickly fading with a throb of her head.
As the man came closer, she began absorbing more detail of the situation. His interest seemed of genuine concern, which was reassuring in its own way. Not that she was in any shape to defend herself, anyways. He seemed far more put together than what she could even pretend to be at the moment, which lead her to conclude his arrival on the beach wasn’t as perplexing of an event as hers had been. “You … you wouldn’t happen to know where exactly we are, would you?” Cassiela asked tentatively. It was a vulnerable question to ask, branding herself as an outlander in open conversation. But, she felt that the information gained would be more important in this instance. And if this interaction was a figment of her imagination, she had literally nothing more to lose in the first place.
