“My name?” the redhead asked, opening her eyes slowly and letting them focus on the other girl.  She gave a soft smile, remembering one of the priests giving her a similar treatment after she’d taken a nasty bump in training.  “My name’s Maron.”  She deliberately reached out and clasped the other girl’s wrist.  “You’re Calendra.   Well met, Callie.  I think I’m going to be all right.”<br/><br/>The redhead brushed at her watery shoulders again, then turned on the piece of rubble and pointed one toe, then the other, to stretch the ankles. She wiggled her toes inside her thigh high, soft leather boots, then looked back at the girl how helped her.  “Oh!” She giggled, “You’re pretty…  Sorry,” she gave a rueful chuckle.  “I can see better now.”<br/><br/>More people were getting up and about.  Someone asked about fire.  “ I've got some wood over here,” She offered.  Maron rose carefully, then nodded when she found she was able to balance normally.  One hand went to her shoulder and she sighed.  Looking around, she asked, “Has anyone seen a cherry wood trunk with a lion’s head on the lock?”  She touched the holy medallion of Torm which might well be the only article presented to her at her knighthood to survive the crash.  “Or a flamberge?”<br/><br/>Maron noted a dark haired, nude beauty coming conscious not far away and sitting up, sand half covering but not concealing the fullness of her breasts.  She blushed a little, and her nipples hissed at her they swelled despite the chill that already afflicted them.  The dark elf, it turned out, was quite beautiful herself.  The redhead shivered and resisted the temptation to search her soul for evil intent.  It wouldn’t be proper—given that they’d surely need to trust each other to survive.  If she couldn’t extend that trust how could she expect it of another?<br/><br/>As time passed, the redhead worked to pull apart pieces of wreckage and spread them out above the high water line to dry, intending to be able to build a fire.  She also set aside a few likely cudgels.<br/><br/>Occasionally, the paladin glanced up at the alien sky.  Shivers shot through her every time.  “Where is Selune,” She whispered, inquiring why the moon of their home world was not in sight, trailed by her crystalline tears.  Instead, there were two moons that she’d never seen before.<br/><br/>The truth, though, was that she asked where the moon goddess was so she wouldn't have to ask where her beloved Torm had gone…<br/><br/>The growls and howls forced her to focus, and she gathered the two best cudgels she’d found.  Shouldering one, she offered the other to anyone who seemed sturdy and unarmed.  “So it’s a dog?  Let’s see if we can find it.”  The redhead padded down the beach.  She paused before entering the water too get a better look around—she’d finally managed to get dry—but if the animals next noise continued to lead her further out, that was where she would go.<br/>