LadyAthene
Supernova
- Joined
- May 12, 2015
- Location
- West Coast, USA
Save for everyone treading water under the canoe, no other movements were made. Everyone kept using the wooden boat as a cover, keeping any and all talks barely audible. Only when they were sure enough Kefka had left to go look for them was the canoe pushed right-side up. Pocahontas would get in first between the two females, with a shivering Shania being helped in by the others.
"You ... I mean, you're not wrong, Emrie. It was a good counter-spell, but ... "
Pocahontas gently moved her head from side to side, placing a hand gently atop her shoulder.
"It wasn't a mistake. You need time to ... figure yourself out. How you can channel that power again. But aside from that? What just happened is proof we all need. Your guys' coming here was no accident, nor was getting rid of the bubbles."
"Okay ... fine. Let's assume you're right. That doesn't fix dealing with Kefka."
"One thing at a time. In its own rights, this is a very significant and huge accomplishment. One definitely worth celebrating."
It was clear Shania didn't feel nearly as optimistic. The look on her face said basically the exact opposite. All the same, she at least made an effort to try to heed everyone's words. Even nodding and turning to face her brother as he talked to her. "Thank you. I'm glad you're okay. That ... that really scared me."
Pocahontas, meanwhile, gave John a knowing grin as she nodded. "You have, yes. But it's always nice to hear it again." One oar would be held in her arm while she gave John the other. "Don't worry, Emrie. A fire was a given. The ice Kefka used to keep us from getting as quickly to you guys .... it got cold all around us. Ice isn't something we usually get much of in Jamestown."
Finally, Shania chuckled softly, resulting in Pocahontas raising an eyebrow whilst guiding the canoe to another camp.
"Then you wouldn't like our world much, I doubt. Global warming's a thing. So places that don't usually experience snow or other types of temperatures ... well, too bad. You're getting unexpected weather, regardless of if you like it or not. I'm pretty sure that in recent years, Jamestown - or at least Virginia in general - has had its fair share of snow."
"So where do you live, anyway? Is it where the Iroquois used to reside?"
Shania nodded, "Mhm. It's referred to as the New England area in this time line, but eventually - before and after the Revolutionary War - states in that exact bit of land are formed and given different names. We live in the one called New York." She then nodded towards John, "That also could have been why you noted our surnames having a British feel to it. I know York is associated with Britain, so ... that sorta applies to the United States as well. Even though we do win our independence from the United Kingdom - another name Britain goes by - we don't get rid of words or terminology that has their roots in them, so to speak. There's a lot of diversity like that all over the country, in fact."
"So ... you have a lot of cultures?"
"Basically, yeah. That's the easiest way to say it."
The rest of the ride would be much calmer and quieter. Although the finding of Magicite had failed, as was the process of destroying it, everyone was seeming to agree with one thing. They would take their blessings. Namely the one that allowed them to leave that ship alive and ... mostly well.
Much like Pocahontas had hinted, this new site was indeed smaller than the last one. But, also like she'd promised, there were indeed enough huts. Everyone would be led straight to a fire pit, where Pocahontas wasted little time using two sticks and rubbing them hastily against each other.
Thankfully, it seemed that despite the method being very archaic, it still worked even in this era. Within minutes, what started as a small fire grew. Not as large compared to a bonfire, but more than enough warmth was offered to everyone.
"Is that ... enough?" Pocahontas offered, "Or does anyone want an extra blanket?"