[QUEST] Warship Diplomacy
Tidelan was not present in his own camp that night, though he was not far.
In fact, he was fully visible, and could be seen further south on the beach that bordered the Triton Sea... Interestingly, he had no cover whatsoever. Be it from the flat, open terrain that allowed ambush from all sides, or his own lack of preparation, construction, nor camoflauge.
Lukas called out to the genasi, who was sitting cross-legged, facing the ocean, as the light salty breeze of the ocean's coast tossed his silver hair one way, and then the next.
Though he was not lying down, Tidelan was in fact asleep... this was a position that was decently comfortable for him, and it had always been easier him to fall asleep with a bit of meditation, which was harder for him to accomplish while laying down and suffocated by his own bedrolls.
Deep in Tidelan's unconsciousness, a voice pierced through, and dragged him back from the muddy depths of mortal rest. As he came to, his mind struggled to process the words that had been spoken to him... it had been his name that had grabbed his attention... the voice... it was coarse, and fleeting from his mind already as his brain rapidly tried to orient itself to his surroundings and recent activities...
Tidelan blinked once, and the memories had already faded... except one... the voice... it had been familiar... it was... Lukas' voice?
The genasi glanced over his shoulder, straining the fresh muscles and tendons in the soft places above his collarbone.
The dreariness vanished from his eyes, and they cleared up from any moisture... leaving an aggravating dryness. His vision clarified on a dark, hulking form by the treeline.
He spoke out as he stood up, "Greeting, Lukas.". The druid's face was still stiff from a long rest, so any emotions that could be drawn from it would reflect how his rest had been, rather than how he felt in the moment.
He seemed to think for a moment, before adding, "This is a good morning. Are you well?" perhaps his reference to the good morning was a statement on his own current emotional status, or to confirm that he indeed enjoyed the weather on the beach.
After Tidelan stood up, he grabbed his satchel, packed a few things he may need and walked towards Lukas, leaving behind the untouched remains of his second campsite.