The ocean flowed in calm currents around a small body, no taller than three and a half feet at the most. Long golden-blonde hair stirred lazily around ivory-colored skin, as the person lay there unconscious, her bow and quiver of arrows beside her. Finally, the fairy elf hybrid opened her eyes then, as silver-gray orbs met that of white sparkling sand underneath her.
Confused, Nemeril sat up then, before she coughed up sand and seawater from her lungs, expelling it all out of her system. Hacking a final time, she wiped her mouth with a pale hand and looked around whilst grabbing her bow and quiver from beside her. The last thing she remembered was practicing her archery back at home but it wasn't this close to the ocean. She had stopped to take a break underneath a palm tree and closed her eyes briefly when she had ended up here. There was a blankness in her memory banks she couldn't fill in though. How she got from there to here was a mystery, as when Nemeril looked around, the surroundings were not familiar despite it being an island just like Yoreiq. But it wasn't the same island. She could tell that at least.
Standing up, she checked her side for her elven blade and throwing knives, finding them there safely sheathed. Well that was a relief as well. Now to find out just where she was. Seeing three people standing over in one area talking, she made to head over to them. One of them looked strange to her eyes, with gray rotted flesh as though the woman wasn't entirely alive. She was still some ways away from them but quickened her pace to meet up with them and find out just what exactly was going on. Several people of different races and cultures also lay on the beach, and she checked their pulses briefly to ensure they were still breathing which they were. Good.
Soon, Nemeril reached the group. "Hi, not sure what's going on here, does anyone here know?"