Solira: The Ocean: Strait as a rainbow or a crooked ruler?

Urrgh. Uuurgh. Everything was fuzzy to Loti, and she didn't like it at all. Nostrils still flaring, blood still seeping from the wound, a thought came to her, whispered into her mind. Stick your head underneath the water. It took a moment to stick in, and when it did, she did not question it. Shock or otherwise, she did as the thought instructed, taking a deep breath, holding it, and dunking her head beneath the waves. It stung, the salt water washing over the bleeding wound, but it also cleaned it slightly. When she raised her head again, it still leaked blood-- but it was diluted with water, and would soon start tapering off.

The salt water also had the added benefit of clearing her head slightly-- and perhaps the mist's effects had lessened for a moment, too. The world evened out, mostly, and once again, she was aware of Desdemona in front of her. A thrill of fear, and panic-- the wariness was back, and it was telling her the equivalent of, 'see, I told you so, I told you no one was trustworthy!' She only half listened to it, looking at Desdemona with obvious fear and hesitation. On one hand.. what did des just do to her? On the other, was it really her fault?

Desdemona's words only confirmed the latter, begging her to say she wasn't real. "I am real.." she said, softly. "I am Loti, and I am really here." She wasn't anyone else, no mysterious figure from either of their pasts. "And you're really Desdemona, I think. Who did you see me as?"

That solira, beloved solira, was bringing up these horrible images and hallucinations to her, was disturbing. She felt almost betrayed, though it was this disturbing mist that brought them, not the ocean or the land itself.