Yes I know that they aren't on the same planet I took a very small bit of artistic license.
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Lyra lay as still as possible in the wildly swinging hammock. She was just out of her grays, and as one of the heirs to Valdemar's throne was supposed to be headed to treaty negotiation with a land to the east of the Eastern Empire. As soon as her ship had left the harbor she had immediately decided she did not like sailing, and as a result had spent much of her time below decks clinging to Haran, her companion, and desperately trying not to throw up. She only occasionally succeeded and she was something of a source of entertainment to the crew. Fynius, a Kyree historian accompanying them to the negotiations to add them to the histories, and as sort of a bodyguard, was every bit as ill as Lyra was.
Not five minutes after the ship had passed beyond the range that she could comfortably communicate to Kris the mother of all storms suddenly appeared, and she could practically taste the magic winding through it. Someone was trying to kill her and she was too sick to do anything about it. And to far away to tell even her twin what was happening.
With a swift movement Haran lunged to his feet. : Chosen, we have trouble, I know you are feeling sick but it is absolutely imperative that you tack me up, pack up your things and put a floating spell on us and Fynius. Now:
"There's no such thing as a floating spell. And why is it so important to do this now?" Lyra knew she was whining, but she was absolutely miserable.
: Then invent one, this ship won't take this beating for much longer heart sister, and drowning is not an option. : He paused for a second :Water might also be useful, and perhaps a small container of supplies.:
Lyra hauled herself carefully to her feet and, with a groan, suppressed a fresh wave of nausea. With one hand on the wall she staggered to her possession and threw the essentials, her weapons, her various badges of office, and a book that Kris had given her shortly before her departure, into a pair of saddle bags, threw Haran's saddle onto his back, hooked the bags to the back of it, hooked her sword to it's hook on his tack and staggered out to the main hold. She staggered back and added Haran's hackamore to the tack he was wearing, and then staggered back into the hold, now cursing with feeling. She snagged an emergency food pack tossed it onto a barrel of fresh water, double checked to make certain that Fynius and Haran were with her and carefully surrounded them, and her scavenged supplies, with several layers of carefully shaped shields, ones that would protect them from physical dangers, and if she'd shaped them right keep them afloat, probably. Just to be safe she summoned several water elementals as well. Using them like little life preservers. She paused wondering at how easy it had been. Since the mage storms, magic had been severely reduced. : Har, The mage storms were all over the planet weren't they? Or were they just on our continent:
:I had thought they were everywhere, but now I begin to wonder, the magic here is hardly disrupted at all.: Haran paused thoughtfully:Perhaps they were just on our continent.:
By this time Lyra had her spells firmly anchored to herself her companions and her supplies, which amounted to about a weeks worth of water and half that of food. And not a moment to soon as soon as Haran finished "continent" Lyra became aware of a sudden rise of the water level about her feet. And then the wall gave in and she knew nothing more for sometime.