Location: Outskirts of town, near Beacon Chapel Time: Mid-morning Status: @gabidrakeā
The gloom and fog of the early hours of the day had only just lifted when Elistra started the short trek into town. When winter came properly, sheād have to start taking Cecilās truck, its wheels suited for the snow and ice whereas her fragile feet were not. But then again, sheād never been inclined towards the cold; Elistra had been born in warm waters, colorful and tropical and brimming with life, the antithesis to the barren winter that the land brought about.
Emerging from the wooded path, Elistra spotted a figure walking towards her, without purpose, merely wandering. Maybe sheād say hello, offer a greeting, see if it was someone in town, someone who wanted to visit Cecil. But then she drew closer, and with each step, the figure came into alarming, disastrous clarity. At first her mind rejected the possibility. Not here, it said. Not in my Home. But logically she knew that argument held no weight. Mermaids and sirens had been flooding into Port Vale, so why had she thought her own Captain wouldnāt be among their numbers?
Elistra stopped walking. Her breath was coming in shallow and quick. The figure was getting close. Captain Gabriela Drake was approaching and Elistra had a choice to make. Would she stand and confront her, say all the things sheād imagined saying countless times; or would she turn and retreat back towards the chapel, hoping beyond hope that Gabriela did not remember one low-ranking defector from her army of sirens?
Shamefully, she chose the latter option. She turned quickly to obscure her face and marched quickly back towards the wooded path, then when she broke the tree line- she started to run.
















