[h3][b][i][color=#1d7386][center]Elodea[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
The sky was a blue-black bruise. Ellie eyed it, hands planted firmly on the rail at the bow of the ship. Their webbing stretched between wide-open fingers. Choppy waves unsettled her stomach more than usual on the eve of battle. Behind her, the deck was alive, frantic with energy, like static in a gathering storm. She strained her ears to listen to the winds, the ones speaking underneath those complaining about being pushed and pulled about by magic, but their mood was unclear; the weather [i]could[/i] hold. She sighed. At least the sea was excited.

TRUE BLUE grew ever closer. Pushing off the railing, Ellie turned, her bare feet slapping the deck as she weaved through the crewmen. It was an erratic dance of evasion. She passed Gareth – was that his name? – loading his crossbow, and gave Eiko a wide berth, quickening her step and gluing her eyes to the floor until she passed, before coming to the captains. 

[color=#1d7386]“Uhm,”[/color] she stopped short, looked at their faces, then at her feet, [color=#1d7386]“Uh, the winds are in an odd mood to day,” [/color]she squeezed her arm, eyes wandering to their weapons. She shivered. [color=#1d7386]“But I - the weather should hold out. I think.”[/color] Her eyes flitted to them again, [color=#1d7386]“Sorry.” [/color]

After a jerky half-bow, Ellie scurried off below deck.