@Saraceaser
Mist shook her head, blinking a few times before analyzing and thinking about her choices. She saw the other dragons, some shuffling around, and decided on option B) Scavenge the surrounding area. Although this would be the more dangerous option, (Who knew what was out there?) Mist had taken dozens of survival courses back where she used to live, and would be able to fight her way out of a bad situation. She noticed a few dragons, stumbling away from the ship, and inferred that they, like her, were going to scavenge the surrounding area.
Instead, she took a few steps away from them and started staring at the fine, white sand. Her eyes caught on a branch, sticking out of the sand straight up, a piece of white cloth tied to it. It's like a white flag. She thought. But who's surrendering...? Mist, deciding to investigate, got down and started to dig.
The top of the fine white sand was easily brushed away, but the layers underneath were abnormally moist, the sand clumped like someone had too a bucket of water and splashed it upon the sand. Mist continued digging, then her breath hitched, as a corner of the mask she had lost during the storm was visible. Wh-what is this? She dug the entire mask out after a few more seconds. Indeed, it was her mask.
I-I can't believe it. Mist almost smiled. The mask had been a gift from her mother, who...
The mask was really important to her. She had been so disappointed back then on deck when she realized she had lost it in the water. Mist held it in both hands and looked down at it, beaming. The sun caught of the peryton pendant, and the red jewel gleamed. Was this your work?