Re-equip.

By some miracle or skill of packing, nothing is missing at all across your packs and gear. The first thing your party does is light a fire, and you spend a short while drying by it and beneath the sun before dressing again. Though it doesn't take too long, and eventually you find yourself once again comfortably garbed in your normal attire. None of your allies brought armour per se, and you only did to carry Peony along with you, though everyone feels better now that they've recollected themselves. As this happens, however, Gwynevere remains standing with her feet in the wet sand, occasionally brushed by the swaying tides, while both Nelli and Anyana remain farther in the water.

"That was rough," comments Tom. He sits back by the smoldering branches, leaning back on a hand as he reflects on all that occurred. "I guess I should expect this kinda stuff following you, Kyle. Of course a tropical beach vacation would turn into eldritch vore."

"All things considered, I thought it was quite nice," Vodrani says. She scoots closer to him. By her usual demeanour, she carries herself like a cold, hardened Mistress Dajy, though the way she looks at Tom is entirely different. She bats her lashes, and gazes upon him with wonder.

While many of the others sit, you pace back and forth, stretching your legs. "I wonder where we even are now."

"Far," Gwynevere answers. There's a strange vitriol in her tone.

You look over. "You can tell?"

"I can. And we are nowhere near the part of the sea where we were swallowed. A couple dozen miles east perhaps."

"How are you getting home? Or rather, how did you get to the island to begin with?"

"Seno'nojoch."

"Right. That makes sense."

"Why do you sound so angry?" Eva asks--hands still up to the flames. It may be bright out, though the sea air is cool, and this place hasn't been blessed by an ancient being of sunlight. "I mean, I know you were eaten by your patron, and then Kyle stabbed him in the eye, but still."

She sighs. "It is not that." Her hands caress down her dress and she fingers the slit which cuts up past her hip. "Of all things. We are found our belongings, yet what cruel irony would leave me as the only one short? My panties, and my favourite pair, adorned with the most beautiful of pearls. They are all that still remains in the deep."

"If you didn't wear a dress that showed off so much, it would be a lot less of a risk."

Gwynevere's head snaps to the side to stare at the bunnyfolk with a piercing glare. "Speak no more of this, lest you wish me to steal yours."

Eva eeps, pulling in her legs and self-consciously placing her hands over the front of her shorts. In order to escape the awkward situation, after tapping her fingers on her knees for a moment, she looks to you and asks, "Think you can Bunny Hop this many people?"

You sigh. "I think so. If we're counting everyone here, that's what, sixteen? Not impossible. But that's assuming Gwyn is coming back with us." You flash a glance to the elf. "Holding off on tapping into that whole Conduit of Seno'nojoch thing for awhile? You can always come to Castle Phoenix, and then I can show you to the Lady of the Lake. She can transport anyone to another body of water she's familiar with. That's how I got to you the first time."

"It's just nice being under the sky again," Eva mutters. Then suddenly her ears perk up.

You look over. "Everything all right?"

"Just thought I heard something."

"Allow me to gauge the size of this island," says Luna with a bow. Her wings flutter, and she lifts up into the sky. When she finally comes back down, it's clear she saw something odd, as she takes a moment to compose her thoughts. "Well, it's much larger than the last. Mostly forest and rocky hills. Though I don't know how to explain this, but there's a large boat around the center."

"A boat?" asks Amara. "How is that possible?"

"Maybe the island is old enough to where it was possible to sail that far in at some point," Eva guesses.

"It's hard to tell from this distance," Luna continues. "But it didn't look all that ruined, besides the fact that it's marooned far from shore."

"How big of an island are we talking here?" asks Niki.

Luna ponders. "Large enough to become lost, so if we do explore, we should stay close together."

Once again, Eva's tall ears perk up.

Alice notices this. She stands, and walks closer to the edge of the woods. "If Eva is hearing something, I trust her senses."

"That's right," comments Niki. "Bunnies are good at detecting danger. You get anywhere close to them, and they hop away into the bushes."

"Do you think I'm an actual rabbit?!" Eva snaps back.

With a hand upon the nearest tree, Alice stares deep into the dimness of the forest with piercing blue eyes. While you aren't exactly certain how she perceived, her focus is locked, as if a machine would scan the environment with a computer's precision. Quietly she whispers, "I hear a rumbling, and a rustling, as if something large moves in the distance."

"Oh let's go," Niki says, sweeping up her mace. "I've missed swinging my own weapon around."

"Everyone ready for the worst?" you ask. Then you step back, along with the others, closer to the sand. "I guess it would have been too much to ask, being on this island on our own. Best case scenario, it's just a wild animal. But nobody attack until I give the word."

Gwynevere pivots around--dress fluttering up, offering a brief flash of what's beneath, or what's not. "Do not tell me what to do." With a flick of her wrist, a sword flashes to her hand from the ring around her finger. Behind her, Anyana readies her bow, and Nelli swings her flail.

Out of the frying pan, I guess. But if we could fight an ancient Elder God or whatever while buck ass naked, I'm sure we'll be fine now. Still, I'd like to have rested a little more. Maybe it'll just be a bear. Could I be that lucky?