And then she noticed her eyes .   Aglow with a power that could only come from a planeswalker’s spark .   She knew about planeswalkers .   Her clan worshiped Freyalise up to the moment that the clan was killed right in front of Tal’s eyes .   This one looks like she’s just as benevolent, and she guessed that this one was who rescued her from the ocean . “Ah,” the planeswalker said in a soft voice that traveled not to Tal’s ears, but to the inside of her head .   “You’re awake . ” Tal blinked at her, felt her inner warmth, shared her smile, though hers was very weak .   She tried to move, to sit up, but couldn’t as much as lift her head .   She managed to see that she wore a torn up dress, as well as where she was:   An upturned wrecked ship dragged onto some beach, converted to a makeshift shelter .   Items were placed here and there, mostly on or in crates .   There was a crude table and a couple of chairs along with some attempt at tropical décor, but if this place was this planeswalker’s home, Tal thought she was roughing it .   Or at least she wanted to rough it at the time .   Far be it for her to understand planeswalkers . “shhh,” the planeswalker ‘said’ in her soft mental voice as she touched her on the shoulder, “Not while you’re still weak . ” Her touch has a relaxing warmth to it, flowing through the young elf’s body .   Tal settled back into the bed, a carpet dried on the sand, and fell back to sleep .