Priscilla rose to her feet and watched as a wall of ice exploded on the beach not to far from where she was sitting. She sighed, only a little while spent on this island and she had already found people, well... people as far as she could tell, that looked like they were going to cause her some trouble. She raised her large, round shield nonchalantly as shards of frost and ice bounced off of it in a light shower. She felt one or two bigger chunks collide with the shield too, but kept her cool as she sheathed her hand-and-a-half blade and reached around to hang her shield from her back. This ice felt like a harsh reminder of the water god's will, and made Cil frown slightly before giving a quick prayer and checking her armour to make sure it was secure on her body.

The others here seemed to be far too young to be out on their own. She momentarily thought of herself at their ages. Still learning to lift a blade properly and struggling to control her gifts. A scared little girl with no home and no experience. She had come a long way, and she was itching to prove that to herself. She walked slowly over to the other inhabitants, wary of any sudden movement or aggressive actions. It appeared that a showboating contest was going on, with the various inhabitants laying all their cards on the table from the get-go. A bad move in Cil's mind. She'd rather let people see her as a lone swords-woman and nothing more to begin with. Never know who is out to get you.