Odette

a silver-scaled wanderer, covered in scratches, stumbled onto the beach. Her ruined left leg was hardly supporting her weight, and an injury in her side certainly wasn't helping. The light of the moon covered her as she dragged her limp body to the water. She slumped into the shallow tide, her pearl rolling a few feet away. She reached for the object of comfort and hugged it tightly. She began to pray.
'Oh Shadowbinder, please bless me on this beach and heal my wounds. Oh Tidelord, if that fails, please wash away my body with the tide.'
And then all she saw was black.
When she woke up, a multi-eyed imperial was standing over her, tending to her wounds.
'Oh, you're awake! Kevendithas will want to see you as soon as possible! she found you, you know. I assume you'll be staying for a while, seeing as that leg is mangled beyond repair? My name is Willow, by the way.'
Odette awoke from her daze, blinking away the fogginess.
"Are you okay, Ode? Did the... memories do the thing again?" Willow asked, tilting her head.
Odette nodded, trying to clear her head. Willow hugged her, patted her on the head, and went to go get some medicine for her.
Odette smiled as her aunt left. It had been strange learning she had family in a clan so close by, from her mother apparently leaving for her father in his clan, to her healer aunt, to her apparent grandparents who almost ran the clan.