A lot of things hurt. His shoulders and his legs in particular, more so when he moved them, getting his limbs underneath and pushing the wet sand away to get himself upright. Cehd'ra noticed a splash of red and gold on his left, eyes blearily focusing on the same broken pillar that had kept him afloat while...
What had happened, exactly?
Cehd'ra leaned a hand against the pillar, looking over the chipped wood at the length of the debris littered beach. His ears twitched and he instinctively dropped back down at the sight of movement: other figures wandering the wreckage, just as lost as he was and none of them looking familiar. No black uniforms like his own, no flashy Xaela armor, not even a Doman peasant from what he could see. Even among the wreckage, the only recognizable piece of it was the pillar he now used as cover. Just how far had the sea taken him?
Doing his best to remain hidden, the next thing Cehd'ra spotted was the forest. Not terribly far, but in broad daylight making it unseen was a challenge the miqo'te was not up to at that particular moment. On the other hand if he was 'alone' here...maybe he didn't need to hide at all. With a deep breath Cehd'ra pushed his body one more time, staggering out into the open. It felt strange to let himself be spotted. More so when he realized some were staring at him. Had none of them seen a miqo'te before?
"What?" he muttered, voice hoarse from the salt water he must have been trying to breathe. "That's rude, you know."
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(OOC: Cehd'ra here is a Garlean conscript and not the Warrior of Light, pay no attention to the info page currently on his journal.)
Cehd'ra Rowe - Final Fantasy XIV
A lot of things hurt. His shoulders and his legs in particular, more so when he moved them, getting his limbs underneath and pushing the wet sand away to get himself upright. Cehd'ra noticed a splash of red and gold on his left, eyes blearily focusing on the same broken pillar that had kept him afloat while...
What had happened, exactly?
Cehd'ra leaned a hand against the pillar, looking over the chipped wood at the length of the debris littered beach. His ears twitched and he instinctively dropped back down at the sight of movement: other figures wandering the wreckage, just as lost as he was and none of them looking familiar. No black uniforms like his own, no flashy Xaela armor, not even a Doman peasant from what he could see. Even among the wreckage, the only recognizable piece of it was the pillar he now used as cover. Just how far had the sea taken him?
Doing his best to remain hidden, the next thing Cehd'ra spotted was the forest. Not terribly far, but in broad daylight making it unseen was a challenge the miqo'te was not up to at that particular moment. On the other hand if he was 'alone' here...maybe he didn't need to hide at all. With a deep breath Cehd'ra pushed his body one more time, staggering out into the open. It felt strange to let himself be spotted. More so when he realized some were staring at him. Had none of them seen a miqo'te before?
"What?" he muttered, voice hoarse from the salt water he must have been trying to breathe. "That's rude, you know."
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(OOC: Cehd'ra here is a Garlean conscript and not the Warrior of Light, pay no attention to the info page currently on his journal.)