<div class="floatright">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/polls/1454000/1454747_1423254800914_full.jpg?v=1423254811)</div>Syra (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=968576)<br/><br/>Syra was concentrating on her scrying eye, having figured out how to utilize it. With that fight over, her concentration would wander a bit.  She'd remember her map of the north island and would open her eyes and discreetly looked down at it in her lap under the table.  The light of the common room dimly gave her black leather catsuit/armor a distinct luster as she moved and looked down; her raven-black hair falling over a shoulder. The lights illuminating a few streaks of navy blue highlights she had in her hair. She consulted the map and then grasped her eye to concentrate on the north island to see if she could link herself to any of the stationary eyes on that island; she wanted to see if there was some way across the strait to get over here or if she could simply wade or swim over.