Event Nine.

[awashmods]

Thus, on Life’s gloomy sea, Heareth the marinere Voices sweet, from far and near, Ever singing in his ear, “Here is rest and peace for thee!”

t's a dark night, and the sounds of feet in the darkness are further dampened and hidden by even more magic, as they are lured away by the soft sounds of dreams that are too good to be true, leaving the Town much, much emptier than when it began. On one side, an island, and a ticking clock to a gruesome death. On the other, the slow realization that those bonds everyone has been forging might mean much, much more than they first thought. Welcome to Awash's ninth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to start your own posts or logs for this event as well. If there are any questions, please ask them here. Please be sure to very clearly mark where your characters are in your prompts, so people know which they can tag depending on which group they are in. Thank you!

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[withwisdom]

[ zelda's following, but she's noticeably slower. the bruising on her legs and having to wade through the waters creates noticeable lag, and she's doing her best to keep up with the pace before cairngorm notices. or maybe they're just being kind enough to not comment on it. ]

I am, though I wish otherwise. The sirens picked a very inconvenient island to strand us on. [ intentionally she bets, dastardly beasts. ] Any extras I catch will be shared, so I want to gather as much as I can. People here are weak and we can't let our remaining strength falter.

[unghost]

[ They note that she's going a little slower than they are, slowing their pace (but only slightly). If at all possible, they'd like to stay in front of her just in case anything comes up. Though, they nod without looking back to her, letting her know that they are definitely listening. ]

Well, what we find is all yours. I have all the strength I need.

[ The pair come up to a slight downward slope in the water, the water level rising a bit closer to their waists with each wave. Cairngorm doesn't seem bothered by it, but they throw back a glance to Zelda herself, watching carefully how she's wading through the waves. ]

Before anything else— you better not push yourself with that injury, or whatever that is. [ They look down into the water, as if they're going to be able to tell what's wrong with it by that alone. ] I'll try to draw the fish out closer to shore so you won't have to go out much further, but if it gets to be too much... you really should stop.