Wheeling Gull Isle the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking

The storm came and with it came the others. They washed up one by one, and there was little she could do but sit back and wait. Her own confusion had abated - for her arrival was before the storm - but to Parthenos, the island had always been her home. She had woken here days ago with none to keep her company. The gash on her head had since crusted over, but the answers never came. The girl was left to stumble and find shelter on her own; but the same would not be said for these unfortunate souls. She would help them. She would guide them - at least a little, with whatever experience she had.

The silver girl steals across the sand as she spots a lump upon it; through the pelting rain she sweeps forth, claws clattering upon stone. She moves as if she has done this all her life; but to be truthful, Themiscrya is not so different from this strange place. Though her mind has forgotten its own origins, the body remembers the many things learned upon the shore - and so Parthenos finds her way to the lump and inspects it for life. Then, the next. And the one after that. They are alive, but she cannot do much until they wake - so she slips along and checks each of them as quickly as she can.

A few have roused. Some are speaking, and to those strangers she merely glances; they speak in ways she does not know, using words she cannot form with her own tongue. Unsure of them, she watches from a distance as a dark boy (Constantine) is helped by a more lucid wolf (Axolotl); another giving orders before returning to the sand (Komodo). Parthenos watches all of this unfold and then, without prompting, moves to follow after the stranger as they return to the beach. She can be of help whether she understands the speech or not - their body moves with purpose, and surely two is better than one.

Parthenos makes a noise to alert the stranger, a boof, but it is hard to hear through the sussuration of the rain. So she falls in to step behind them and keeps her posture neutral - hoping at least that will convey a positive message - but as they reach the sand Parthenos breaks away, eager to investigate others, to find out if any more lives can be saved. She does not want to be alone. Cannot fathom it any longer. Through this act, perhaps she can find peace.