02-21-2023, 09:45 PM
Now Kemala was feeling rather smug. She did not need to look askance to know that Soren was sulking. She could practically feel it.
The light shone from within. The water sprayed the tips of her fingers. For a moment, she was happy.
Then their boat thunked on something hard. She rocked with it, gasping at the sudden lurch. The cracking of wood sounded panic in her ears, and she looked with some equal measure of shock and confusion at what pierced the hull. A rock? A limb? So far from shore?
The light remained, but the threads that pushed them dissipated. The boat slowed to a stop, then the object was wrenched out and in its place bubbled up icy water.
Eyes wide as saucers, she moved swiftly toward it. The light made a plug that she seemed to want to hold with the palm of her hands. Her fingers were ice, but barely an inch had flooded in. It held, but as she whipped around to understand what happening, a spike of worry made her wonder if another piercing arrow was about to thrust through the flesh of her palm next.
“What?” she hissed at Soren. His language fell flat to her, but the anger of curses was universal. He stared at what lifted from the water. Kemala was no fool. She stared also, fixed upon the innumerable suckers of its underbelly tentacle. “An octopus in this?” she asked herself more than him, who was likely to be less than helpful.
The Energy of Wind held the hole, and she scrunched her eyes shut, trying to do the same and sweep the boat away from the creature, but try as she might, the extra Energies slipped from grasp. The frustration writ her face anger as she turned it upon Soren. "Well north man?! I hope you hid sword or something under that coat of yours!"
The light shone from within. The water sprayed the tips of her fingers. For a moment, she was happy.
Then their boat thunked on something hard. She rocked with it, gasping at the sudden lurch. The cracking of wood sounded panic in her ears, and she looked with some equal measure of shock and confusion at what pierced the hull. A rock? A limb? So far from shore?
The light remained, but the threads that pushed them dissipated. The boat slowed to a stop, then the object was wrenched out and in its place bubbled up icy water.
Eyes wide as saucers, she moved swiftly toward it. The light made a plug that she seemed to want to hold with the palm of her hands. Her fingers were ice, but barely an inch had flooded in. It held, but as she whipped around to understand what happening, a spike of worry made her wonder if another piercing arrow was about to thrust through the flesh of her palm next.
“What?” she hissed at Soren. His language fell flat to her, but the anger of curses was universal. He stared at what lifted from the water. Kemala was no fool. She stared also, fixed upon the innumerable suckers of its underbelly tentacle. “An octopus in this?” she asked herself more than him, who was likely to be less than helpful.
The Energy of Wind held the hole, and she scrunched her eyes shut, trying to do the same and sweep the boat away from the creature, but try as she might, the extra Energies slipped from grasp. The frustration writ her face anger as she turned it upon Soren. "Well north man?! I hope you hid sword or something under that coat of yours!"