<strong>Location:</strong>Middle of Marukan on the<em>Foremost Gale</em><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone and anyone<br/><br/>"If it's a clearing thou seeketh, oh esteemed one," Florivet calls as he takes their bearings, "we shall have a harder time finding the forest than the open spaces!  The hills are rolling, the grasses tall-- were we in drier months, a gilmyne's errant step could set a whole mile ablaze!"<br/><br/>"There's a wood ten miles to the southwest," Samaro announces.<br/><br/>The mirth on the demon's expression is replaced briefly by confusion as he looks up, to where Samaro is perched on the top of the mast, shielding his eyes against the setting sun.  "What."<br/><br/>"There's a wood, ten miles to the southwest," the raksha repeats patiently, pointing.  "We can be there in twenty minutes if we care to."<br/><br/>Florivet sniffs.  "We can be there in an hour if we care to," he grumbles, spinning the helm and preparing to re-orient the ship.<br/><br/>Iori gratefully takes Sanger's arm and leans on him the way up, making the transition to the surface.  Despite the unsubtle wince on her face-- moving is still hard-- she manages to smile as she attaches herself to one of the rails on the<em>Gale</em>.  "I never thought I'd be so happy to see the light of Ignis Divine," she murmurs, half to him, half to herself.<br/><strong><br/>"At least one of us is enjoying themselves,"</strong>Suicides murmurs darkly, clanking back down belowdecks.<strong>"Notify me when the Sun has set.  I'll rejoin you then."</strong><br/><br/>Florivet has managed to regain his good humor.  "To the clearing, then?" he asks, mostly of Chorgath but also with an eye on Sanger.