Timestamp: Summer 512 Day 45 There are those who can't handle seeing their family and friends being brutally murdered without losing it. Pluvia, though, she was able to stay sane. She knew, that she was the last of the Seadreamers. If she went crazy, or died, there would be no one left to remember the small, newly-formed pod. So she kept going, for her family. She had sailed away from the fiery wreckage days ago with tears in her eyes. Then days later her eyes were red and dry. She had no tears left. She had about 6 days of water in her canteen and a good amount of rations left. And so she sailed on, serious and her usual smile was absent from her generally cheerful features. On the Northern Suvan Sea, she floated alone, looking for others. Luckily, it was the warm season. She didn't have to worry about freezing. She was surviving. She knew how to fish if her food ran out. She had learned how to find fresh water on the shores. The weather was warm and the wind was sweet and fresh. All that was missing was others. Others to laugh with her, eat with her, and swim with her. Pluvia smiled at memories of swimming with Unda, and suddenly longed for a companion. She tossed her anchor into the semi-calm sea. The droplets danced and whirled into the air then back to the Mother Sea. Pluvia shed her clothes and followed their lead, gracefully diving into the bright blue world of the sea. Small schools of fish, lured to her by Oceanus waltzed about, their colorful scales flickering before her eyes. She smiled as she bobbed in the warm water, giggling as they swam, tickling her bare skin. Then she slowly let them go, releasing her hold on them. Then she focused mentally searching for larger creatures. She came across a pod of dolphins, but Unda popped into her mind and she turned away from the idea. It would need to be a different creature. So, she searched. She passed pods of large fish and krill, a pod of humpback whales, but they were to large. Then, she found a small Beluga whale. One that was without a pod, same as her. She call it forth and the whale came willingly. The two quickly became friends and Pluvia named him Lamenta, to symbolize their pasts. Days past and soon her water ran out. She scavenged water from shores at night and sailled off before dawn mounted her golden throne. Lamenta always swam close to the boat, at least within a nautical mile from Pluvia, in case she should need him. Pluvia swam often with the whale, bonding with her even more. Pluvia was able to catch many fish, only enough to eat, and always let go those who were small, or females that were with eggs, so that Laviku would be pleased and hold back storms that would bring her fragile lifestyle destruction. Hours turned to days and days turned to weeks, and so, she floated, sailed and swam looking for others, and waiting for them to find her. |