Monday: August 27, 2007 Who: Theora, Adam, and Loki [Narrative written from Theora's POV] When: Dawn Where: The ship sailing to Tol'hith What: The start of a grand adventure
"Are we ready then?" Theora asked Loki just as he untied the rope that was holding their ship to the dock. He gave her a cheerful salute before he began to bustle around the deck. Theora moved to settle upon one of the wooden benches that lined the railing and watched as the sails caught the breeze. The material became taut with the force, and the smell of the lake surrounded the three shipmates as began to pull out into the deep waters of Lake Alata'elen.
The sun was just peering over the horizon, casting its bright yellow and orange rays across the land. Everyone in Elysium would be waking very soon, but Theora, Adam, and Loki would be long gone by that time. A soft sigh crossed her lips as the wind danced around her form. "Do you need any help, Loki?" She asked with a smile. But the Muse simply shook his head and hurried about his business. Theora smiled and shook her head. He was just a bundle of energy, wasn't he?
Adam lingered nearby the priestess. He was leaning against the railing as they sailed, his dark eyes gazing upon the water. Theora knew not what went through his mind, though a part of her wanted to ask. But she remained silent and focused on the duties she would need to complete when they reached the isle. They would be there within a few hours, and then their real adventure would begin.