The ebb and swell of the waves, against the surf. Beads of water glistening against creamy skin, a full chest rising and falling with each slow breath...Until a soft<em>gasp</em>pulsed from Lady Layna's lips - A gasp that became a sputtering cough, her green eyes going wide; Lissome limbs moving oh-so-dimly, as she stirred!<br/><br/><em>"Ohhhhhhhh..."</em>It was a long, low moan, as she sat up - Dark spots dancing in her field of vision, slim fingers brushing stray strands of hair from her lovely features.<br/><br/>"Where...?" she began, her voice low, lilting - Her brow furrowing, ever-so-slightly, as she remembered~! The storm...The lightning - The *crack* of the main mast splitting - Then the waters sweeping in, rushing up to meet her...<br/><br/>She shook her head, a taut hiss purring from her silky throat; Lips forming a shapely 'O' of surprise as she took in her surroundings, her fingers reaching up to touch the silver holy symbol - A sword and a starburst, the icon of Lady Prisma - at her neck. Layna's cream-white tunic was spattered with sand, her lovely form battered and bruised...But whole! Honey-blonde hair framed her lovely features, as she rose to her knees...Then to her feet, her first faltering steps dropping her back into the sand. Layna's long braid swayed, as she found her footing - Her questing touch encountering the familiar, leather-wrapped pommel of her temple sword, her shield half-buried in the sand not too far away~!<br/><br/>Thank the Goddess for small mercies.<br/><br/>The lovely priestess's deep green eyes narrowed, a little shiver coursing through her at the forbidding landscape she'd found herself in - It was dark, the air heavy with the smell of ozone...And, still soaked, her tunic clinging alluringly to her full curves, the voluptuous Cleric didn't relish the thought of spending a night out in the open! She drew a deep breath, gathering herself; Letting her thoughts -<em>Where are the others? What *happened*? Where *am* I?</em>- clear...Her gaze going to the stone watchtower, where the light flickered!<br/><br/>Someone was inside - A taut sigh of relief purring from her silky throat, as she dusted herself off...Her body still leaden from her dizzying plummet, as Layna murmured a prayer under her breath; A faint corona briefly limning her, a wave of healing warmth spreading through her bruised form - The haze in her mind clearing. Leather rasped, as she buckled her swordbelt into place - Her shield quickly following, as Layna took her first steps...Towards the tower~!<br/><br/>She had to admit: This was<em>nothing</em>like what she'd expected. But for now, she was just grateful to be alive...Her thoughts cleared of all but the simple, elemental need to seek shelter from the coming storm!<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Converting one Level 1 Spell to spontaneously cast Cure Light Wounds on herself. <br/><br/>Roll(1d8)+3:<br/>6,+3<br/>Total:9</div></div>