Alysia groaned as the blackness that clouded her mind slowly fades revealing the foreign surroundings in the yellow of the sand, the greens of the foliage and the rising grayness of the cliff face.  She shook her hand and grumbled as her wet blonde locks flopped against her armor... which was also soaking wet.  "Oh not salt water..." she grumbled and tried to scramble to her feet, immediately stumbling and finding herself kneeling in the shallow water stirring up the bottom so she could not see her gaunleted hands.  "Corellon, by your grace please keep the rust away." Alysia prayed softly as she crawled out of the surf and onto drier land.   She dropped her shield and removed the sword belt that held scabbards for her sword and dagger, both of which were still in them, and two belt pouches that hung soggily to her narrow waist.<br/><br/>Alysia slowly scanned the beach and once realizing anything or one approaching her would be visible for some time prior to engagement she took a moment to look back to the water.  "What happened.." she pondered aloud remembering the ship, the horribly incompentent human crew and captain.  "Even I knew they should have avoided that storm." She snorted for a moment and shook her head.  Alysia scanned the water for some time but found no debris, bodies or supplies.   Shrugging her shoulders she turned and looked up to cliff and finally spotting the soaring beings.  "What could those things be?" she wondered aloud and finally shrugged again.  They were not flying closer and it seemed like they did not intend to cause her harm.  "Ok, Ok no avoiding it now.  You have to come off." she said aloud and started removing the buckles and straps holding the form fitting and complex armor together.  Minutes later Alysia stood with her armor laid out before her on the dry sand.  Her cloths were damp, forming to her slender willow-like form.  She wasn't tall, barely over 5 feet and with her narrow arms, small bosom, slightly curved hips and thighs she didn't look like she weighed over 100 pounds.  Alysia's golden eyes scanned the area one more time before kneeling down with each piece of armor and oiling it with a cloth and a small flask of oil from one pouch.   She did the work methodically and quickly and perhaps an hour passed before she was dry enough to put the armor back on.<br/><br/>Finally she was prepared to figure out just where she was and what that meant.  She considered the flying humanoids but knew climbing was out of the question.  With one last look upward she turned to the right and started down the beach. Her shield on her arm and her other hand resting on the pommel of her sword.