12-27-2018, 03:38 AM
Renata had decided to take Lennox up on his offer, seeing plainly that his physical strength exceeded her own. Before reaching shore, she'd fixed her eyes on the sinking ship in the distance, hoping to see how many survivors had made it onto the other lifeboat. It barely even registered with Renata that the mission was definitely a bust as the explosives inside the ship were rather loudly compromised: the appeal of a few thousand guilders had lost its relevance entirely as it dawned upon her that drowning may have ended up being a more merciful fate than starving on an uninhabited island.
Renata pushed the boat from the back after it had gotten close enough to land for its occupants to hop out and tow it the rest of the way. She collapsed into a seated position on the earth next to the dinghy, leaving her cloak draped over the edge of the vessel to dry as she rummaged through her bag. Though she was on solid ground again at last, the adrenaline rush of the sinking ship had run its course and despair was setting in. To find the others in this fog, we'll need some kind of beacon... She produced her tome from the pack, her heart sinking with the realization that it (along with her other possessions) was completely waterlogged. Opening the volume, her fear was confirmed by running ink and warped pages. Maybe an older tome would have survived, but one originally produced for a mere servant of the Imperial church had no chance against the sea. "I'll find some kindling," she stammered, desperate for any task that might distract her from how cold she was.
Renata pushed the boat from the back after it had gotten close enough to land for its occupants to hop out and tow it the rest of the way. She collapsed into a seated position on the earth next to the dinghy, leaving her cloak draped over the edge of the vessel to dry as she rummaged through her bag. Though she was on solid ground again at last, the adrenaline rush of the sinking ship had run its course and despair was setting in. To find the others in this fog, we'll need some kind of beacon... She produced her tome from the pack, her heart sinking with the realization that it (along with her other possessions) was completely waterlogged. Opening the volume, her fear was confirmed by running ink and warped pages. Maybe an older tome would have survived, but one originally produced for a mere servant of the Imperial church had no chance against the sea. "I'll find some kindling," she stammered, desperate for any task that might distract her from how cold she was.
Nichol · Renata
Fire Emblem: Insurrection