<div class="floatleft">(http://haircutshairstyles.us/wp-content/uploads/short-wavy-hairstyles-2013-2.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Valarian Renfold<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Below deck in the Galley<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>She made her way blindly through the chaos, finding the stairs that lead below deck. She pulled herself together, knowing that panic would get her nowhere. The world had gone mad and so had the people. The crew were in control, pulling anchors and raising sails. She gripped the handrail tightly and tried to make her way to safety when she heard the deep roar of a creature.<br/><br/>She had heard stories as a child and as she cast her eyes slowly upward, there it was a creature of old, one she had never thought she would see. It's target was the ship and she had nowhere left to run.<br/><br/>"So it seems that today was destined for me to die." She whispered and transfixed for a moment she stared at the blue creation before her fearful eyes. Then as if the hounds of hell chased her, she ran. Her thoughts of safety were paramount. She lifted her skirts and again cursed the attire as she missed the last few steps and landed heavily on her knees, sliding forward and bracing herself as she felt her body jar. She couldn't afford an injury so she was glad that nothing had broken as she moved tentatively.<br/><br/>She pushed herself upright and headed down the corridor that shook violently, searching for safety but the movement gave her no comfort. She saw the woman in white head into a room and decided to see if she could make herself useful for dying would come but for now she would see what there was to do<br/><br/>She followed her instinct and moved along, finding the kitchen and as they would need to eat she did as only she knew to do. She was no fighter, just a girl that got caught up in a situation that seemed to get worse daily, but she was a survivor and if they did get out of there alive they would need sustenance. So she looked at what was in the pots and checked that there were no fires burning as that could be dangerous, with the ship rolling. There was broth and it was still hot but the fire had died and as they seemed to be less movement below she got things ready. The crew would be hungry and the cook was last seen pulling an anchor so it was up to her.<br/><br/>She stirred the pot and lit the fire, keeping a close eye on it and when the broth bubbled again, even her own stomach growled. Those that hadn't become ill from the journey would eat. She gathered some wooden bowls, turning off the fire and she waited, feeling the fool for what else could she do. She had reacted on instinct and here she was hoping the smell of warm broth would offer comfort for those who sought it.