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The pheonix did not know these waters, yet did her best not to allow this to show. Lucky enough for her, this beach and striking, clean and clear. It would be magnificent in the day more so then even the night, she felt.

Hopping and splashing past the waves and beyond to calmer waters. This is where Nun might reach out to them from dark, endless depths. Hoisting them, holding them, so that with little effort that are pulled into the very spot which the rune rest. Pheonix would glance to Setemhotep, who bravely came there after his partner.

Then, she would dive, long legs stretching and curling, pulling her to where the rune lay snug between peach and pearl corals. It was a stunning sight, one which she knew she must return to again in time. Pheonix grasps the rune and lifts with such unexpected ease. Far different from the rune she and the red woman had collected from the cavern!

Hurrrrehhh! A mumbled exclamation for them to hurry to the shores, should their favor run out. Which they make it to easily, peacefully and Pheonix Rising knows it was a feat which would not have had any chance of coming out unscathed had they not been in favor of their gods.

Little did she realize, as she settled the rune onto the sands, they were both far from unscathed. Pheonix Rising had suffered such a sickness once before and so would again.