[Benedict heard the comment as his head swiveled around to catch sight of the pale skin and red hair not so unlike his own. His eyes darted around their surroundings as his brain caught back up to the situation--a large creaking in the dark, the rush of cold water, adrenaline and fear pumping its way through the body as everything happened so quickly. It was a miracle anyone survived.
Benedict had the distinct feeling--an ache in his neck, the dull throb down his back and shoulder--that he hadn't survived so much as been brought back after washing up on the shore. It wouldn't be the first time, nor the last. He wasn't so sure about his current beach-stranded companion. His eyes fell back on the young girl as the thought coursed through his head unbidden. He frowned slightly, looked away again, and kept his mouth shut.
There was a sparse jungle of some sort behind them. It would provide shade at least. The problem was how to reach it. Benedict's neck craned upwards. The beach dead-ended at a set of shear cliffs. He quickly looked back out to the sea and it struck him suddenly: the tide swallowed this area completely when it went high, the water lapping at the cliff side with consistent force. The waterline was visible on the rocks, a smear of discontent color on the otherwise uniform coloration of the rock formation. They would only have so long on this beach before it was consumed by the water once more.
Benedict tried not to stare at the rocks too long, tried not to think about what would happen if a body was swept into the jagged edges with the force of a raging typhoon. His neck stung just thinking about it.
He returned his attention to the glaring sun and the poor teen aged girl that had washed up on this beach with him. He held back a weary sigh as he got to his feet and tried in vain to dust himself off. Eventually, he couldn't remain silent any longer.]
Then we should try to find some shade.
[He offered by way of revealing himself lightly. It came off more dry than intended so he continued.]
That was...an adventure. Are you- um, how are you feeling?
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Benedict had the distinct feeling--an ache in his neck, the dull throb down his back and shoulder--that he hadn't survived so much as been brought back after washing up on the shore. It wouldn't be the first time, nor the last. He wasn't so sure about his current beach-stranded companion. His eyes fell back on the young girl as the thought coursed through his head unbidden. He frowned slightly, looked away again, and kept his mouth shut.
There was a sparse jungle of some sort behind them. It would provide shade at least. The problem was how to reach it. Benedict's neck craned upwards. The beach dead-ended at a set of shear cliffs. He quickly looked back out to the sea and it struck him suddenly: the tide swallowed this area completely when it went high, the water lapping at the cliff side with consistent force. The waterline was visible on the rocks, a smear of discontent color on the otherwise uniform coloration of the rock formation. They would only have so long on this beach before it was consumed by the water once more.
Benedict tried not to stare at the rocks too long, tried not to think about what would happen if a body was swept into the jagged edges with the force of a raging typhoon. His neck stung just thinking about it.
He returned his attention to the glaring sun and the poor teen aged girl that had washed up on this beach with him. He held back a weary sigh as he got to his feet and tried in vain to dust himself off. Eventually, he couldn't remain silent any longer.]
Then we should try to find some shade.
[He offered by way of revealing himself lightly. It came off more dry than intended so he continued.]
That was...an adventure. Are you- um, how are you feeling?