In the back of her mind, she was glad that R'Ornn wasn't getting upset at her for her actions. The songstress gave him a warm smile in return as she continued to pat him on the head. Most people would find this rather demeaning but she was glad that he didn't seem to think so. The booming voice of the Captain rang out so loudly that Alya almost had to cup her sensitive ears. There were perks to having sensitive hearing, but sometimes it was just downright unhelpful. As the group made their way onto the ship and around it, Alya felt the sea breeze as the ship left the dock. Getting up and leaning on the ship rail, she watched as the ship cut through the water, the waves splashing against the hull. This was her first time crossing the ocean, it's waters were nothing like the serene lakes back home. She likened the tides of the ocean to the energetic drum beats of the forest elves, whom she had the honor to perform for only a few moons ago.. But for now, she wanted to play
something to calm her quickened heart, the excitement of the voyage was a little too much for her naturally weak body. An exaggeration for sure.
As the light of day became shrouded by the black clouds, Alya shivered slightly as she played. The skies of the Lightless realm seemed more like a never-ending storm. For now, she decided to stop playing and seek refuge below deck. By that time, she, along with the others had eaten their meals or had retired somewhere else. Seemingly like a nightly ritual, Alya would clean and maintain her instrument to make sure it wasn't warped or cracked. Of course, a flute made of enchanted wood would never do such a thing, but it had been a habit of hers since she was young. As she brought out the flute, she suddenly lost all control of her body, her muscles becoming slack. Her small body fell from the chair, making a 'thud'
sound against the wooden floor. Everything faded to black.
The waves soaked her legs as it lapped the shore. A cold, lonesome feeling washed over her as she regained consciousness. She slowly sat up, the wet sand clinging to her. Her eyes took a moment to adjust to the darkness, but the lack of light of the least of her worries. In a panic, she patted herself down searching for her flute. Her hand felt the warhorn that dangled from her hip, but she couldn't find the flute. Her gaze darted around the beach frantically, her breath becoming short. She couldn't afford to lose something so important. Unclipping the horn from her belt, she quickly cleaned the sand out of it and blew into it. The warhorn bellowed loudly
, it's sound echoing across the beach.
Something began to glow a few yards away from her. The songstress smiled as she quickly stood up, starting towards the glow. The wet sand hindered her movement as did the remaining sedative that coursed through her body, but she made it to what looked like a glowing stick poking out of the ground. She breathed a sigh of relief as she plucked her flute out of the sand, cleaning it with the small waves that came in. With a rough blow, the remaining sand flew out of the instrument. Alya looked at her surroundings once more, realizing that she had lost all of her belongings outside of her instruments, but such things weren't as important. She wondered if the others had also survived. She hoped so.
She listened intently. Voices were being carried in the wind. Perhaps they had heard her horn? Should she stay put in that case..? She didn't really have much choice in the matter as her panic attack subsided, the drug still quite strong. Her legs slowly gave in, forcing her to sit on the sand once more. Hopefully someone heard her. Maybe. If not, she'll just have to wait for her body to have the strength to move once more.