Thread: [CLOSED] Pulp Inc. Presents: Thrilling Tales of the New Continent! [Deante & Lasciel]

Romandi smiled at the mention of Omani, dipping his chin. I will, and she will be as pleased as am I, wise one. Though her following question drew a more amused smile, but he had the grace not to laugh. He shook his head, pointing to a tree at random. That is a tree, and if it had a spirit in it, that spirit would be so small it could not control any other trees. Kanjalli's river is the largest that we know of, it goes much further inland than we ever dare, the spirit only controls the water that flows into its river. This was perhaps the most he'd said at once the whole morning. The base camp was an ant-hill of activity. Supplies from the ship, once ashore, was cataloged and dispersed. A quickly constructed tent close to the beach was handling any injuries from the squall and swim. Siona had started that way, but by now folks were recognizing her as someone they didn't recognize, and started directing her towards Commander Tasa, the current individual in charge. Once Siona had intrduced herself, the older wolf spared one nod and a smile before she replied, Glad you survived and made it in. Since you're in one piece, we need all the water you can make, as soon as you can make it. Second priority is anything you can get Anlen. After that, your time's yours, but you can pitch in anywhere you feel like. Siona was familiar with Anlen, the vulpine doctor she'd chatted with extensively on the boat. Primarily a herbalist and potion-maker, he was going to greatly benefit from her expertise, since they well knew the supplies would only last so long in a place rife with unknown diseases and strange, dangerous fauna. The shipwreck had just accelerated the matter. The field tent had one of the camp's medics setting a splint on a sailor's broken tail, while another dressed the wound of one of the builders, a bite that took a good chunk of his calf muscle. Something under the water, the wincing coyote said when Siona looked. Anlen crouched in front of a dreamy looking mouse, whose ears looked pale. While he waved a glowing finger in front of the soldier's eyes, the mouse said, I...don't...know, I just woke up in the jungle... Mmhm. Well you smell like you had a bit of fun out there, who went out there with you? We could ask her what happened. ...uhh... Siona! Anlen straightened up and smiled. Passing a waterskin to the mouse, he said, Drink all of this slowly, you're definitely dehydrated. Then he walked out of the tent with her. So glad you didn't float off. Just in time too, I need anything you can find. We're almost down to licking the wounds, here. The only thing that really survived was the pain killers, and smelling salts. The camp's rule is if you're going more than twenty feet past the camp's edge, you have to be with someone. So find a friend. Siona did find someone, a mink named Razel who had been digging graves all morning and had been swapped out for someone fresher. The two stepped out into the jungle proper as Siona becan trying to find anything medicinal, first merely inspecting if anything was remotely familiar. With her focused at teh task and Razel being not so gregarious, not much was talked about. Though from Razel she did hear that nearly a third of the ship's occupants had either been confirmed dead or were still missing, including the captain. The sailors were stranded until the next ship made it otut, which would at least mean more hands and mouths for the colony for the time being. The day went by with a blur. Before she knew she was hungry again, in time for the mid-day meal of mainly fish and hard tack, which unfortunately had survived the shipwreck. It did remind her of the pickled sausages that needed to be retrieved, and the crate they had seen floundering in the shallows. At lunch Tasa set down the camp's ground rules, which were common sense if a bit strict--they were serious about everyone not dying out here. Siona recovered a few things for Anlen--the first thing she set her magic to identifying was something that could work for infections, and she all but focused on nothing but that, as she knew how crucial it would be. The rain, which appeared at least three times, kept her cool throghout the day. Later she rummaged through what had been recovered from the wreckage, and her trunk did survive. It was not water proof however, and had been thrown around in the crash, so everything delicate was broken and anything paper had been ruined. She staked out a spot for a tent, as the builders were only now beginning to construct the first wooden structures, but didn't receive anything to make a tent until it was nearly dinner.She reunited with folks from the boat, heard their stories, their day. It was a few hours after nightfall when she decided to turn in. For whatever reason, she just hadn't felt exhausted. Around her the the tents were empty, or here and there snoring emerged, but she was the only one around to hear the soft spoken, Siona... Turning, she spotted someone at the treeline, the shadows too thick to determine who it was. But it felt so natural, so reasonable, to go towards ithe figure. It disappeared before she reached the spot, though. Siona... Come this way... A flash of a grey tail into the thicker foilage. in the back of her mind, this just did not seem right, but even as she thought it, another came on its heels, that she was overreacting. That this was someone too eager to go ahead, to find somewhere alone. She recognized the voice, didn't she? It seemed familiar... How far from the camp was she? The camp was in earshot, but that didn't tell her anything of use. Stepping around a tree, she saw him. One of the wolves she'd spoken to, fit and handsome and with eyes certainly on her, but he had never acted on it. Well it seemed that now he had, for the fine grey specimen was naked, leaning against one of the trees, smiling with eyes that seemed too clear and amber and appealing. Siona. My, but he said her name so well , too.