<div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/AvraeSheet.jpg)</div>Warmth was the first thing that niggled on Lairee's mind, heating across her back and calling her to conciousness. Her eyes snapped open, her face half buried in the sand before she pushed herself sharply to her feet, staggering as her head swam and her foot caught on a large lump of wood. Regaining her balance, she squinted in the glare of the sun as she looked around. Bringing her hands to her head as she raced through the memories that led her here, she winced at a bruise she found there, fingertips dislodging sand stuck to her head.<br/><br/>She had been on the deck of the ship when the storm struck, preferring it up there in the wind to the muggy, smelly cabin below. She only used it to sleep, for which she was more thankful now then ever that she need so little of it. She had been meditating as the winds had picked up and the clouds gathered. She had not been alarmed at first, unaware of the danger of a storm at sea but soon the scramble of the crew and the creaking stress of the timbers made the danger all too clear. She helped where she could until she was flung overboard, the ship starting to come apart under her feet.<br/><br/>Her memory of being in the sea was hazy. She remembered helping people to swim, pulling some onto bits of wood torn from the boat, helping one where he - or she? - had been tangled in rope... she could not say who she helped, not even if they were man or woman, was not entirely sure she would recognise any of them again, even if they survived... She remembered the pain well enough though, the huge wave that had sent her tumbling through the water, into a dark shape...<br/><br/>"Ow..." She winced again as her fingers worried around the edge of her bruise, trying to gauge the severity of it without a reflection. She had a headache, but at least she could feel no cut or caked blood...<br/><br/>Stepping forward she began to look through the rubble littering the shore, looking for survivors, her salt and sand laden clothing irritating her already. She was considering stepping back into the water just to be rid of the sand when a terrified scream tore across the shoreline drawing her attention. Snapping her gaze in that direction she saw people running towards what looked like a large reptile... and a man?<br/><br/>Breaking into a full sprint, fists at the ready, she raced to help.