Charlotte walked, the lady knight marveling at the path unfolding before her, leading her...Where? It took *focus* to keep the earth firm beneath her feet, as she strode on, concentrating, her brow furrowed- She didn't *quite* know where she was going, but towards the *next* island would be a plus...<br/><br/>-Or...Wait. She folded her legs beneath her, and she sat.<br/><br/>And thought.<br/><br/>She imagined, with exquisite precision, the same way she'd been taught to image tactical scenarios- The island *moving*, drawn forth along the chain, pulling itself closer to the next...