<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b6/Theresa06.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Theresa<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day 1.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>On the beach.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Sae'Ka, everyone<br/><br/>The dark elf put a serious beat-down on the Red Painted creature, killing it handily and almost without aid or equipment.  The interplay about the group's new spear, the release of the wolf and the ranger's attempts to calm him, and any plans to scavenge the wreckage of the Dread Horizon were all abruptly interrupted by the panicked entrance of the redheaded warrior and the chilling wail that followed her.  Theresa wasn't quite sure how she got out of the hold, or how much sea water she swallowed getting to shore, or just she managed to make shore at all.<br/><br/>What she did remember was the awful burn of a relatively warm wind blasting into her side, the grit of sand in her mouth and against her bare skin, and the dead weight of her own limbs as she tried to pull herself off the ground.  It took every ounce of her might to pull herself out of the water, and nothing was left to pick herself up and walk the scant yards to her gathered fellow survivors.<br/><br/>Pushing her hands helplessly into the wet sand, she almost made it up to one knee when a dark hand gripped her bronzed arm and roughly jerked her up to her feet.  The brutal strength of the grip and the force used to pull her scrambling up off the beach and toward the others was... shocking.  Shocking and electrifying - it seemed as if some of that strength flowed from the ebony warrior into her own frail body, and she found new strength to stumble along behind the nearly elemental force dragging her to safety.<br/><br/>The fierce drow stumbled as they ran, her numb foot tripping over some debris littering the beach, and she nearly pulled them both down before she recovered by leaning heavily upon the frail human bard.  Tired and freezing, they ended up in an awkward sideways embrace supporting each other as they stumbled up to the gathered wood and the partial circle of fellow survivors.  Well, perhaps Theresa's support was more moral than physical, because she was effectively hanging off Sae'Ka's strong arm by the time they arrived.<br/><br/>She seemed quite content to remain there, even cuddling more snugly against the dark tower of strength, and more importantly, of warmth, as they stood near the welcome blaze.  Alert eyes popped from face to face as people spoke, and finally she spoke up.<strong>"Theresa."</strong>She pronounced in a surprisingly calm and melodious voice, though at the moment she didn't have the energy to properly project that fine instrument.<strong>"My name is Theresa."</strong>She seemed small and meek and very decorative indeed, ornamenting her new friend's half-circling arm.<br/>