Tuwa Luwa Luau

[rassafraggin]

If folks can get to sleep, that makes it so much easier to find the Dreaming. Liya has some lovely sleeping aids for times like this, her knowledge of plants and her green thumb definitely coming in handy. Back on the Wave Dancer, with Mayhem standing guard, she hands over some sleeping potion to those coming along, and then she settles to sleep herself, well able to lucid dream herself into a Dreaming that looks to be the Dancer for the moment.

Having set comfy cots with blankets and pillows as requested for the jaunt into the dreaming. Although she has been in the dreaming before, it is not a place she seeks out. Accepting the draught from Liyandra, she smiles a little dubiously but takes it with her to her own spot. Sitting on the edge of a cot pushed close enough to Merrisol's to share a blanket or two, she sits on the edge long enough to slip off her shoes. Lifting the cup in a salute, she lifts it and drains it in one swallow. Setting the glass down, she stretches out on the cot and turns to face the cot beside her.

Not inclined to be suspicious of strange food or drink, Merrisol may have even inhaled his potion to insure a fast track to snoozeland. He's just not sleepy enough, otherwise. "Thanks, Mayhem," he scrubs the feline head in passing for the big cat's sitting this one out to watch over their vulnerable bodies. Not that they aren't already amongst a loyal crew aboard a worthy vessel, but one still has to account for those friendly pranksters. "I apologize in advance for my dreamselves," he mentions to Liyandra before she settles down. As they lay in their cots, the fading look he gives Maggie is one of trepidation, like maybe he should sit it out with Mayhem, but.. he really does want to be with her and Liyandra when they peer about the mutable, perhaps corrupted, dreamscape.

Thankfully, Liya might have some inkling of what to expect. Maybe. In any event, once she finds herself in the Dreaming, aboard the wave dancer, she sets about finding Maggie and Kerf, so she can guide them in. Here, what is visible of her tattoos glow silvery, except the salamander on her wrist. It gives an eerie look to the tanned Sukhoti. She finds whichever of the two fell asleep first, extending a dream hand to bring them along. One, and then the other. So that all ... however many... meet up on the deck. Liya perches the aboard the rail.

Sleepy-eyed, Maggie manages to offer Kerf what she hopes is a reassuring smile as he settles. She might even manage to set her hand on his arm just as she drifts off. It is a strange thing to feel as though one wakes to sleep, or sleeps to wake. The wave Dancer is more or less the same here as there, so it is at least familiar ground. Taking Liya's extended hand in hers, Maggie sits up, stands and leaves her dreaming body behind. Turning back, she extends her own hand to assist Merrisol's selves.

Kerf had definitely zonked out, but whoever it is Liyandra guides onto the dreamship, you have to squint a bit to recognize the facial features. First one face, then the other. At least he's kept his height and breadth this time? Sorensen looks at Maggie with a solemn curve to his greeting smile, taking her hand in his and lifting the other to sweep his hair back. This however interferes with Lirre's vision - /and/ cramps his style! Since they are sharing the same head, after all. Someone has to accept the awful comb-over hairdo. "I guess this is better than the last times. I don't have to carry him around," Sorensen bright-sides.

"Right.. except I was the one carrying you," says Lirre.

Sorry tuts, "Are you certain? Your memory isn't exactly tip-top."

A-ha. Lirre lifts the same hand to sweep the hair back from his own forehead, letting the light golden crest cascade over his brother's eyes. Indignant sputter! He angles a bit and smirks at Maggie, giving her hand a squeeze. Liyandra gets a slower look-over, her glowing tatts, then he nods. "Shall we? There's more islands around here with volcanos."

Liya nods her head, reaching a hand for Maggie's and then pausing as she examines Kerf's dream selves. "You are far too complicated," she announces after a moment. "And is it okay if I still call you Kerf." She's not sure which is which, who is who, not exactly. Only that there /are/ two. Or ... at least two. She holds her other hand out to him, with a bit of a smile. "Hold on, we shall take ourselves to an island. Where would you like to start?" In dreams, after all, it is possible to fly.

Maggie grins as her beloved manifests as one body of two minds. Or two heads anyway. She smiles at the somber greeting, offering Sorrenson a wink to lighten the moment. Listening to the brotherly banter, she waits through it, then glances back at Liya as their guide suggests that they pick a place to begin. Before making a suggestion, however, she murmers softly, "You know... As this is the dreaming, you could have a shorter haircut. You'd still look great." She returns the squeeze, her fingers twining between his just because. Her gaze lifts to the railing of the Dancer, then beyond as Sorrenson's sobriety settles about her lips and in her gaze, "Okay. Where to begin? Good question. I am not sure about the limitations of the dreaming. I assume that we can't go back or forward in time?" She pauses to consider, though really should wait for an answer. She doesn't. "I... wonder what Pele thinks about all of this. But, I'm not sure that seeking her out for a Q and A session is wise. Where would you like to begin, Kerf? Liya?"

Lirre says no to Kerf, Sorensen says yes, possibly just to annoy Lirre. The head keeps swiveling side to side as each tries to claim Maggie, their wife's focus. Maggie... the polyandrist. Agreeing to tone back the hair is not going to happen, as it would require agreement. Despite looking the younger of the two, Sorensen shows a more level head as it were, and just brushes the hair aside so he only looks like a rogue instead of a tycoon with a toupee. "Do deities dream? Or sleep, for that matter?" he muses, holding Liyandra's hand then so they all form a ring to go skipping off into the limitless sky. Let Liyandra show them the possibilities of the dreaming, and they can extrapolate from there. "What's the island next in line after Tomma? Maybe the natives are having the same wild dreams that Enoka had."

"Next in line," Liya muses, as she starts to walk through the air. A rainbow forms, sheer bright colour, except that it has stairs going up. "Tuwa, where the people of the snake clan are lead by the Black Queen, feared through much of Sukho." With that, she starts up the rainbow stairs, each step pulsing colour that shoots off to bubble happily away in small clouds of colour. There is no need to travel at all in Dreams, but it helps one's mind adjust. Or else Liya's been on too many wild Shadow Runs. But once at the top of the rainbow, the island becomes visible, just a roller coaster slide away.

Is it really polyandry when both of the men she's married to are... Well, in this case, probably yes. But he's worth it! Some may not get it, but Maggie loves them both for they, taken together are her One and Only. But which is One and which is Only? Luckily, she does not have to specify! Looking to Liyandra, Maggie nods, a brow lifting at the description of the people and ruler they are about to drop in on. Sort of. Glancing over at Lirre/Sorrenson, she takes their expressions in... then follows Liya up the rainbow stairs. Little puffs of color float off to dissipate on the air with every step. Reaching th upper curve of the rainbow, she pauses to take in the Never-Never-Land-esque rainbow slide. Here they are about to investigate a group run by a Black Queen and... all she can think of is 'WHEEEE!'... Yes... Maggie is a dork. But it's a slide!

Lirre ascends the apex of the stairainbow nonchalantly, like it makes complete sense to be treading on an atmospheric phenomenon, while Sorensen mutters about it being completely nonsensical. Couldn't they have dreamed up a perfectly good hot-air balloon to accomplish the same thing? Looking over the drop to the hazy island of Tuwa nestled all ominously in the edgeless dream sea, Lirre abruptly gets this crafty smirk, and about-faces while switching handholds between Liyandra and Maggie. "Over to you, brother," he declares, as Sorensen now faces the preposterous slide so eagerly anticipated by their wife. Put on the spot, the younger man stands more gingerly, then makes tentative steps forward... backward? No, forward. The curious thing is that somehow the orientation of the hands and feet are still correct after the body has turned around, the chest and hips having also stayed in place. Dreamtime's super that way. "Yes.. well. I believe the term is Geronimo?"

Hey, it's Liya's dreamworld, more or less. And she likes nonsensical. So there. But she cannot read minds, which is perhaps a good thing. She arches a brow at her companions, all two - three? However many. - of them, and then she steps forward, balancing on her feet, like on a surfboard, as she heads down to the island below.

The outline of another figure is penciled into the strange place. Outlines of a diminuative woman, a tad pear-shaped or bottom-heavy. A shadow of a shadow that begins to be water-coloured in. A dark brown pigment fills in the closed lines of her body. A one-piece shift of paper-like consistency covers her modestly. Her head is the last to be better defined. Her hair a smokey wisp of fine hair atop her short-stack stature. The features resolve themselves into Ruby's own, though she lacks, muscles, tattoos, scars and has all her fingers and toes. And her eyes are both fine, if a little wide and round and trying to vibrate out of her sockets. A thin eel is threading up between her toes with the rest of it strangling her ankle and one of her lower calves. She's just in time to trail the group up the strange stair-thingy. "Where the hell..."

Being the literal eyes at the back of his head, Lirre totally spies the squat lady first, as she humps her way up the chromatic incline, sending trills and flashes along the colour lines. "Company..!" he starts to warn, perhaps assuming one of the dream islanders had made her way in to stalk the group. Then he squints and mulls a frown around to consider the fleeting sensation of familiarity upon catching the dark-complected features in finer detail. Still.. not enough to assuage his suspicion. The eel winding up her leg is particularly jarring to him. "Who goes there... bwaaagh!" That last, as Sorensen goes skeetering into the slide, still hand in hand with Maggie, who is voicing as close an approximation to WHEEEE~! as her personality would dictate. They drop out of view without so much as an 'As yoooou wiiiiish!' Liya and Maggie might both like to ski down the slalom, but Sorensen winds up on his keister, keeping pace rather well despite.

Down the rainbow slide, Liya surfs, coming to her feet on the sandy beach. She turns to see who the company is that Kerf... or Kerf? One of him, called out about. For her own part, Liya actually looks a lot like she does in real life, except that her tattoos, the ones on her legs, glow silver. She stares at the incoming woman, curiosity on her face more than anything. It takes her a few moments, because of distance rapidly closind and of course because of unexpected changes. "Ruby? Is that you?" she asks, letting her bemusement sound in her voice.

Ruby drafts off of Liya and Kerf(s), though using her chin as her means of descent down the rainbow. Being bottom-heavy doesn't seem to have the usual effect on her center of gravity. Her smokey-hair tendrils solidify into braids. Very orderly and proper and prim. She log-rolls into the sand, limbs fwapping dully into the particulate until she's lying face up and making a sand-angel. "Hello? Yes! Please make it stop. Mouth tastes like acid from those weird plants. Nnnnnggggh...Bog's barnacled balls, why does my stomach hurt so bad..."

Sorensen wrenches his gaze off the accelerating drop and twists a glance back to check on this 'company' as well. Lirre completes the turn, evidence of his taking control in the sudden tug on Maggie's hand, pulling her off her skating feet and into his lap for a more toboggan-y style descent. Muahahaa - dastardly! He does not, however, lean his head back to smush his brother's face into the shiny rainbow slide.. not that it would have done any real damage anyway. He springs off and to land in a spray of sand and a flourish, still gripping Maggie tightly around the shoulders for a moment. Then Sorensen is at the controls, releasing her and facing the base of the slide where the alleged Ruby lays floundering. He headtilts upon noticing the strangely uncluttered speech patterns, and shakes his head slowly. "This bears investigating - but after we wake." He leans down to offer the much-altered woman a hand up.

Ruby raises her hand towards Sorensen without batting an eyelash, putting her mitt in his. "Dreaming, are we?" Her eyes sparkle with mischeviousness energy and smiles. The effects of chewing on those horrible herbs dissipate while she appears rather the damsel in distress. Sand cascades down from her and she lightly bats at her flanks, kneading the soles of her feet in squidgy little movements as she's in the process of righting herself with Sorensen's aid. "Keep being distracting. It helps forget the cauldron of flora that's making my stomach a pit of razor blades on bike chains."

While her intent may have been to surf down the slide the way Liya does, Maggie is hijacked into a lap whiich seems to suit her just fine. She hugs Lirre, her laughter sparkling away over the arch in glowing bubbles of sound that hold several seconds of sound each. The sounds they release as they pop make for disjointed merriment that trails off into the distance. As Sorrenson settles her on her feet, he is rewarded with a hug of his own before Maggie steps back to follow her husband(s) over to where Ruby has landed. Liya is sought and given a thumbs up, a mischievious grin, "We should do that again..." Catching Ruby's distress, Maggie turns back to her instead, "Are you okay? Razor blades on bike chains sounds terrible."

Gracious Gromits, Ruby is being receptive to a gentlemanly gesture? Are they in Kerf's dream now? No, no.. must still be Liyandra's, since he doesn't know a thing about Tuwa. Or indeed how Dreamlands is supposed to work in that regard. "..The imagery, at least, is consistent," notices Sorensen, looking between Maggie and Ruby. He gives the latter's hand a gentle squeeze before letting go. "I don't think those herbs were meant to be chewed straight. Liyandra - don't suppose you can tell from here whether the batch has made her physically ill, that it is manifesting even in the dream state?" He peers down at Ruby again, just the feeling of tipping his head downward just to meet her gaze setting off mental disorientation. He looks away quickly to survey the beach, the treeline, trying to get the lay of the land now that they aren't looking at the island from a bird's eye angle.

Liya mutters something, but it's not a curse. Most likely, she's hiding laughter. She walks over, though her feet seem perfectly comfortable in the sand. The rainbow starts to roll itself up, like a carpet, and then it wriggles as it shrinks down and floats over to follow Liya. Who reaches a hand out to Ruby. "I can help here at least, if you will let me," she says softly. No impacting others' dreams without permission and all. "Though what happens in dreams - vanishes upon waking." She glances at Kerf for a moment and she frowns. "You know, there's a whole story or a hundred you lot owe me." But then her attention is on Ruby.

Ruby lowers her free hand to her stomach and rubs at the slight paunch. Her posture adjusts to support her larger caboose and sumptuous fleshy thighs. Her shoulders tilts at an opposite angle to assist her balancing act. Her beaded hair makes tiny little clackity-clacks where the ornamentation caress each other. She offers Maggie a pouty smile. "I'm okay. If I don't think about myself /too much/ it's almost..Uhhhhhh. It's a toe-curler, that's for sure. If I'm not vomitting all over myself, I'm certain a little purging will do a body good?" Ruby relinguishes her hand with one of those delayed, arm-outstretched, gestures. Until next time, fwaaaah. Her fingers do a little wiggle. She turns to face Liya and her pouty smile is in full force, eyeing the woman and her luminescent tattoos from beneath eyelashes. "Please do?" She shifts one foot behind the other, calves barefly making a curve in her dark flesh. "You have wonderful tattoos, Liyandra? They compliment you so very well. They're wonderful. I'd almost want to claw your eyes out I'm so jealous."

Tuwa is not the beautiful jungle the likes that Makimim sits upon, which has more an air of mystery than an aura of obscene threat. Tuwa's landscape is different. The canopy is thicker, the hint of danger more oppressive. Even here in the dreamland they can sense that this land holds mysteries that have long been swallowed by nature, and whatever men and women scrape an existance on meagre gathering must be a hardy tribe. Which probably means they are not welcoming either.

In the distance, a tall mountain looms, red light spilling out in a strangely soothing pattern.

Maggie offers Liya a bit of a sheepish smile as she darts a glance up to Sorrenson and Lirre though she addresses Liya, "Um. We'll... Talk about this stuff another time, okay? Now, we need to see if we can figure out what is going on here." The differences between this version of Ruby and the one back in the wakeful-land are kind of staggering though it is the juxtaposition of things that are different with those that are similar that has Maggie thrown for a bit of a loop. She nods once, then steps back to let Liyandra have room to maneuver if need be. Ruby's final comment causes Maggie's brows to loft in surprise. Gliding back another step, she absently reaches for Kerf's hand. Turning a glance down the beach, she lets her gaze wander up toward the jungle, lifting to seek evidence of people or animals. The pulsing light from the mountain is noted then lingered over, "I wonder if that... is what the volcanos are supposed to be like. What are those that blew like...?"

Lirre gazes alertly out to sea while Sorensen fields the discussion and happenings inland. Both of them do happen to blink in reaction to Ruby's candid suggestions of violence, the considered implications unify their minds for a couple of seconds at least. Maggie's fingers curling into his prompts some division again, but Sorry keeps control with a stubborn grimace. "I'm the naturalist here, this is my territory," he growls, presumably to Lirre, while he takes Maggie's hand just as firmly for a moment to punctuate the point. Then, ahem, he nods deferentially to Liyandra. "Uh.. following /your/ lead, though, Liyandra. Naturally." He... blushes? "Perhaps what we are seeing is the attitude of the indigenous people towards their mountain? A benevolent co-existence. Perhaps Pele hasn't gained a foothold here yet."

Liya looks at Maggie and laughs. "Yes, another time," she agrees. Her attention goes to Ruby then, leaving the others to their own devices, as she examines the Ruby. "You can make your tattoos glow here if you want to," she says, absently. "Well, with time, patience and learning." Liya concentrates, some of the silver in her tattoos dimming slightly, as the silver jumps from her over to Ruby, fading into pin points and then - out. Liya waits, her gaze staying on Ruby, even as she answers, "Kerf, the nature here is of course not trustworthy. It's dream-nature, so take it with a bit of attitude. But - we should still be able to get a lay of the land."

Ruby stands still and accepts the strange phenomena as it passes from one woman to the other. There's no flinching or cowering on Ruby's part, more akin to a supplicant ready to receive a blow or benefit. Her eyes close and her smile spreads, feeling much, much better. "Patience is my worst virtue. Maggie and her husband could tell a story." She shivers and pushes her shoulders back, chin up. "Thank you, Liya. To be completely honest, I think I could get quite an education from you. There's a clarity there. A clear running stream where...well, you know." Ruby turns towards the jungle and takes stock of the vistas. She comments, "I've been told, pretty recently, that volcanoes are actually home to peaceful gods. I've yet to see such, or believe such. It's completely bonkers to be completely honest. They're like dragons under the earth. They get angry and birth an abortion of bloody hot destruction...This one seems very, very different. To be completely honest. Can we be harmed here?"

There is no change in the mood, or any overt signs of threat. Just the lingering idea of it. Animals and beast do not often cross over into the dreamworld, unless brought by a powerful walker who can shape much of any trip; in their own narrow field, they are similiar to that of the abilities shown of a shadow walker, but shadows often have their own identity rather a Patternshaper is there or not. Do dreams without the dreamers? Who can say.

The dull red glow spilling from the volcano continues, still soothing, still slow. Like the heartbeat of a primal land.

Maggie lets her fingers twine with Kerf's, the squeeze absently returned, though a brow lifts slightly at some juxtaposition of word and action. She flashes her husband(s) a brief glance that might suggest that a conversation later might be in order. In addition to Liya's, perhaps. Refocusing on the vista while Liya takes care of Ruby, Maggie listens to the discussion, then shrugs, "I believe it, I think. That most volcano gods or goddesses are peaceful... They get their power through belief, I think... so killing off your followers is a bad plan. There is no sustainability there so if the god or goddess wants to survive..." She pauses, her hand sort of spasming where she holds Kerf's. "Uh. Unless... If a god or goddess wants to extend his or her reach into the future, that can certainly be done by causing a memorable calamity. People would talk about it for a long time, I guess."

"I have a bit of attitude," Lirre pipes up. "That's my territory." Ignoring him, Sorensen mulls over the situation with the new guidelines in place. "Not a literal interpretation of nature, then.." He is silent while Ruby waxes still lyrical imagery, trying to get used to her more gentile mode of speech. He considers Maggie's speculation with a more agreeable nod, though he counters, "That is assuming each volcano is inhabited by a different god. Isn't Pele one such volcano goddess? Yet she bids her worshippers visit other islands to instigate these eruptions. By the way, Liyandra. Can you sense any other dream mages at work here? Or.. anywhere else in dream-Sukho, for that matter." What? If she can make rainbow slides, surely she has a cottony cloud satellite to scour the region from on high!

Ruby tilts her head, trying to listen to something that's not there. Her imagination providing her with senses beyond what's plausible or helpful. It's all down to the feeling of better-ness that she got from Liyandra and has her tweaked, buoyed and spasming thoughts. "Perhaps they're trying to birth a new legend then. Dramatically and as a commune. Wouldn't that be nice? Mid-wives to myth."

RPG: Liyandra challenges a difficulty of 12. Liyandra chooses Resolve and the gifts DRM-DG, DRM-OD, DRM-WK, PHY-KS, and SKL-DS. Liyandra almost succeeds.

They, one and all, are yanked upwards. It's as if a hook settles on their spine and they are pulled in Liyandra's wake, up into the 'night sky'. A dreamer, especially powerful one, can draw lucid walkers to herself through their domain and the path they set. Like a sailor following the stars, and as they gaze down, they see flickering dots stretching across the thousands of islands. In places, they shine brightly indeed, but seven points draw all four of their attentions.

The seven islands whose volcanoes have awakened, this high up, look like a jaw that is prepared to bite down on Makimim's isle.

Suddenly, one and all, are thrown from the dreamworld and back into their physical bodies.



Merrisol awakens to the aroma of coffee, thoughtfully prepared by the Wave Dancer's young cook. He groans from the effort of lifting his eyelids and readjusting to the tangible outer senses that define reality. Not that their jaunt in Dreamland Sukho merits the typical 'felt so real' review, since they knew they were dreaming... and what was with those avatars? He sits up then, willfully, and sits the edge of his cot facing Maggie's, checking on her and then the others in turn, to see if they had been wrenched from Liyandra's lucid guidance as well. "Did you do that, Liya? Did you see something that warranted a hasty exodus?"

Liya doesn't move until she hears her name. And then she pries open one eyelid with her fingers. "Not me," she says, with a frown. "I think someone didn't want us looking where we were." The eyelid closes again, and Mayhem rumbles from his spot right by her. Her free hand moves to the cat's head and he quiets.

Maggie groans softly and pries her eyes open. She blinks a few times, squeezes her eyes shut, then opens them more successfully. Rolling slightly forward, she places her hands on the cot to push herself upward, long hair a curtain against wakefulness. Once more or less seated, feet planted firmly on the floor, she lifts both hands to push her hair back over her shoulders. "That was... oddly final." Looking up at Kerf, she leans forward, "You okay?" Her tone lifts, then, "Everyone? Is everyone okay?"

Ruby is most likely somewhere nearby, curled around a number of objects that are standing in for full-length body pillows or crushableBedBears(tm). Half-grappling them and bent at an odd angle, her face turned towards the floor and unwilling to move now that she's back in her meat suit.

Merrisol mumbles, "Splitting headache.." Then he pauses over that wording, and tries to waggle his brows, without much success. He settles one hand over his forehead and massages his temples, then peers from underneath at Maggie. "How do you feel, Only?" He looks uncertain for just a moment, like he'd just managed to retain that one glimpse of her.. disapproval.. from amongst an overall positive subconscious experience. Responding to Liya, he nods once. "That aerial view with all the lights.. particularly the brightness on the island chain. What did it mean?"

Liya is totally not opening her eyes. Yeah, headache. She does however, answer. "They were dreamers," she says, "The bright ones the lucid dreamers, the rest - just regular people."That she can answer, at least. But beyond that? Well - who knows? She takes a few moments to answer, the words a bit slow, and she adds, "We all need to drink lots of water today. Don't forget. Especially Ruby."

Maggie lifts her head a little too quickly at Merrisol's quip. The smile she offers contains sympathy, a measure of pain and maybe just a little apology. "I'm okay. Headache. Kind of woozy." She does not flash glances anywhere, for that requires rapid eye movements and those are out of the question for now. Concentration is accomplished with f deepening frown but it does happen, "There... was an image. Wait. What was it? The bright dots outlined something. Ominous. What was it?" Lifting her gaze, she focuses first on Merrisol, "Kerf?" Then Liyandra, "Wait. Especially Ru... Oh, right. Right... Let me talk to Mr. Anderson or Mouse."

As though by magical means, Mouse hoves into view pushing a small rolly-cart laden with pichers of water, glasses and plates of sliced fruits.

Merri is silent, listening. Perhaps he hadn't noticed the form taken by way of connect-the-dots, but trusts Maggie's artistic sensibilities. He accepts a full glass from the trolley to pass along to Maggie first, and takes a big swallow from his own, then says, "So that means there are dream mages on each of those islands, even the two already burned away by the lava flows? I wonder how that can be, unless it is proof of the notion that the volcanoes themselves are living gods." He eyes Liyandra to see what she thinks of that. "Were there any other powerful beacons that you caught, on Takaroa, or elsewhere? One of them must be our mystery woman. If anyone knows what's going on, it would be her."

Liya thinks, and then she says, "There are gods and goddesses living in the volcanoes. Or some of them." Seems perfectly reasonable to Liya in fact. "The first Liyandra of my people is famed for having negotiated peace with the volcano goddess Oriata." She takes a breath and then says, "I didn't see any others, but - there was not a lot of time, and I am not certain which of them threw us out of the Dreaming back to here. I had not much time to look, but it seemed rather as if the islands formed a gaping maw - aimed at Takaroa." She closes her eyes, taking the offered water, but only setting it to one side for now.

Maggie accepts the glass from Merrisol, her smile quiet, softening, "Thanks, O and O." Lifting it, she takes a long, slow sip, then a longer swallow that misses being a gulp-gulping glug by force of will. Lowering the glass, she looks at it longingly while listening. Sitting up straighter, she nods, "That is what I remember, yes. A maw about to bite down on that island." Focusing on Liyandra, she nods, "Takoroa." Then. Nonsequetor moment, "The first Liyandra? Is that a title rather than a name? Or, were you named after her?"

Merrisol has nothing else to say, for his part, so he only sips water in-between bouts of thoughtful listening.

Liya is now sidetracked, but she pries open one eye again, and reaches for the water, taking a sip. "OH. Yes. I am Liyandra, daughter of Liyandra, going back some generations. All the way to the first." Goes back to that princess thing, over where the Oriata tribe hangs out, not surprisingly. "Other than the maw, I do not think I have anything more from dreams."

Maggie nods slowly, considering Liyandra's reply, "Hmm. Okay. Got it." Drawing in a breath, she releases it slowly, "I do not know what to think, honestly. I don't know enough about Pele or her followers." Another swallow is claimed from her glass before she shakes her head, "I think you are right, Kerf. We need to find that changeable lady. I wish that priestess had been more specific about her form. That would have helped. But... If we are aiming to stop another eruption, it seems to me that we should be going to Takaroa."

Merrisol presently stands from the cot, leaving it to be folded up and carried off the deck so the ship can get back to the business of sailing. "I am not sure what will be gained by returning to Takaroa at this point.. the woman has evidently abandoned her base of operations there. It seemed to me, given the atmosphere of Tuwa, that neither she nor Pele's followers had stirred a ruckus there as yet. If the eruption of all seven islands represents a threat to Takaroa outside of the burden of refugees on its economy, then perhaps the next step is to await the summons of the Priestess to learn more about Pele's ambitions." In the meantime? The handy arrival of a Selkie messenger by the starboard bow promises to occupy Merrisol's attention for a while.

Maggie rises at last. She moves to place a light blanket over Liyandra more to keep the sun off than for warmth really. "Hmm. Okay. Good point. Okay, we wait." Rising, she turns in time to see Merrisol with the messenger. Not wanting to interrupt what could be important business, she smiles, then turns for the stairs below, "I've some paperwork to catch up on. I'll be below."