She doesn’t even know where to begin. It’s a really good thing Ampere told her to seek out guidance first, because she would be anyway. Actually, she knows where to start. Her key. She needs a freaking key. This nonsense of being trapped on an island is quickly grating on her, because she doesn’t like standing at the bridge hoping someone might come by and then having to hitch a ride. Key first. Everything else second.

Thea, having decided to return to the little tiny brightly colored frog she’d first hatched as, sits on Syrena’s back. The little thing should technically be poisonous, but her diet doesn’t really consist of enough of the right stuff for her to be harmful, at least not against Syrena’s rather strange, seal-gray coat. But probably she just isn’t really that poisonous.

Syrena passes most of the day in the oasis, as she always does, waiting for evening before she sets out to try and find anyone. It’s too hot to do anything during the day, and it’s definitely too hot to literally be playing with fire. Why did she pick this path again? It’s not like she enjoys sweating. Does she even sweat? She has no idea, though clearly, she’d be finding out. Maybe she should have stayed in the Edge and made glass with nice, pleasant mist.

Truthfully, she just wanted the Falls back. Without that, it didn’t really matter much where she lived. Thea seemed to like it here, and that was enough. Syrena doesn’t go far from the oasis, figuring it’s as good a place as any to find the monarchs and Zero. Oh, Zero. She hardly knew him, but he simply reminded her of the Falls, of the life she should be living. How strange that they were living it here instead. Her position was slightly different – once Storyteller with crafting magic, now just crafter – but his was the same.

“Thea?” she say while willing the girl to go, to seek. Thea gets the point of the message, and hopefully she has some idea of who Syrena actually needs. Thea may very well just go find anyone; always glad to force her bonded into more social situations. The little frog changes to the now familiar kingfisher and takes to the sky, scouting. Syrena stays in the general area of the oasis, figuring she’s got a better chance of finding who she seeks if she doesn’t wander all over everywhere.


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Syrena

let the water take me