The sun was beating down on Yoreiq, the wind only a light breeze as one walked away from the sea. Further out it had whipped into enough of a wind to stir up the waves, providing billows just high enough to surf. There weren't many people out there this morning, and they tended only to be the more skilled of the island's surfers, able enough to judge the rise and fall of the wind and the choppy effect it was having on the water.
The 'more skilled' however, didn't include Ewelani. No matter how often she practised, or how much she loved the sea, it seemed as if she would just never master the art of the surfboard. Today she thought she had been doing well - managing to stay upright, and even navigating several waves ... until she fell. That had been when she realised how close to the shore she was - and in particular, how close she was to a particularly nasty cluster of rocks.
Now she found herself limping to the wisewoman's hut, one deep gash in her thigh surrounded by many smaller scratches. It was a long cut, stubbornly bleeding as she dragged her board along, and she acknowledged with a sigh that she was going to have to get it seen to. Trailing the bright board behind her, she paused as she reached the hut in question. "Um... hello?"
She couldn't see anyone. She leaned her board against the side of the hut and climbed the steps gingerly, wincing as she bent her knee, and knocked softly on the door.
"Excuse me?"
