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While the mortals exchange their words, age-old eyes watch the sea. There is something odd in the way that the water swells now, the way that the waves break apart before they even hit shore. She cannot say what it is -perhaps it is the chilling wind- but her skin is crawling for some reason. It doesn't do that very much anymore. Perhaps it really is time to go home. Neil will be expecting her to in this weather. .

 

And then comes the scream, and the Sluagh is paralyzed to move, sensory overload holding her firmly to the concrete harbor. She feels her body tense, her hands shooting towards her ears to muffle the sound, but it does her little good. Whatever is out there is big, and it's coming to Port Veelos.

 

By the time the roar fades, Nandag is left with a sense of vertigo and an annoying ringing sound in her ears. She moves, but as she tries standing, the Changeling feels herself falling forward and dipping towards the open waters below. . . .

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she finds herself sprawled upon wood, not a foot below the edge, as she had landed on a sea-drench flat-topped, wooden chest, being hauled up by a pair of people who were in turn, pulling themselves up onto the dock, girl, chest and all. Just below them was another, a stranger with curled-back ram horns who said:  "Oh, by the movement of Mastakos: you caught it. Great. Now it'll be following us around forever!" Distinctly unimpressed.

 

All of the three were tattooed in unknown runes and patterns, their clothes also woven with symbols, of a similar nature. The one on the left, a dark-haired young man, who wore a long, pale blue tunic, down to his knees, yelled at the ram-horned one. "Listen, Helrica, it's not our fault she fell off just then. She looked damned stable before!" His companion, a fine young lady, with her black hair cut as short as the man's, the two being barely distinguishable in both dress and looks (if it weren't for the tattoos and the fact that he was shorter then her, there may have been no way to tell at all, if you wanted to be polite) interjected with. "You're the one who told us to come up here, too."

 

The one tentatively identified as Helrica finally made it up onto the surface of the dock, telling the man. "Yes, Kelthas, that is right." Then looking at the woman and saying. "Fine, Erneldesti. It does not matter, just get her off the chest." Something that they did promptly, lifting the girl under both her arms to take her off the chest. Now there was time to take them in. The ram-horned one was a young person, of indeterminate gender, no older then twenty, at the very latest. They were dressed in a wet woolen fringed cloak, draped down to their ankles, under which was a long, skirted tunic of thick linen, lined with some strange, red metal.

 

It was only then, at last, that they realized they had an audience. Turning back to them, they asked. "...Oh. Hello. Who're you?"

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Htor jumped forward seeing that the girl was falling off the ledge. He quickly tries to grab hold and misses her hand as he closes his fist. The girl begins to fall of the ledge and Htor watches in pity that an innocent girl shall fall to the waters below. After falling, Htor looked over the edge to see if he could get her out. Instead, he found that the girl laid on what seemed like a chest with three people with runes. These people seem to argue among themselves ignoring Htor completely. "Are you ok!" screams Htor, but ignored. The people kept arguing and soon they turned around to see Htor. 

 

"... Is that girl ok? And the real question is who are you?" says Htor with an annoyed tone caused by the fact that he is ignored.

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Eyes closed, what she expects -a straight dive into the salty sea- is not what she gets. When the fall is cut short, Pamela grunts against the sturdy foundation pressing against her belly and into her sprawled arms and legs. It's a chore to open her eyes, but the muffled voices surrounding her prompt the action anyhow.

 

. . . .

 

And then the overwhelming sense of a spinning world prompt her to snap them shut again as pairs of hands lift her. The childling's only response to the man up-high is a groan. She feels like she's going to vomit any second, the urge squirming through her belly and upwards.

 

"Down," she snaps, a command that is soon followed by a threatening lurch as the contents of her stomach bubble.

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"I asked you first. Second of all, she is fine." Helrica said, waving it off in a flippant gesture, not even so much as looking back at her. When said child gave them an order, they, who had felt rather annoyed at that, told their two assistants as they turned back to look at them.. "Well, you heard the child..." Seemingly seeing her for the first time, they turned their head to the side, giving Nandag a curious and slightly surprised look. "...thing?" So, they let her go with a sudden movement to sprawl on the dock.With that said and done, Helrica looked back at the men to tell them. "There, see, it is fine, like I said. Now, answer my question first and I shall answer yours."

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