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Ian smiled gratefully and picked his way through the jungle carefully - towards Emerwyn. "Fare thee well Chana."

It wasn't until he was a fair distance away that he realized that Chana had called him Sir Deerboy. He laughed, his voice echoing among the trees.

New RP

Lily is walking through the jungle with her arms crossed, holding onto a mango. After she'd met Awen and been given directions to Ambrose's camp, she'd started off in that direction. She's made sure she's always near the river in case she does get lost, but hasn't made much progress. The jungle is a confusing place, and she's had to backtrack once but thinks she's on the right path now.

Thunder rumbles in the distance, and while she hasn't seen any lightning she's pretty sure there has been some. The jungle had gotten darker since she'd left Awen, and the approaching storm is quite evident now. She picks up the pace, hoping to find something before it starts to rain and doing her best to ignore any of the pain in her feet from stepping on pointed rocks or twigs.

She murmurs the directions Awen had given under her breath, going over the list to make sure she is going the right way.

'Hopefully,' she thinks, sighing.

When the rain finally starts, Lily gasps and gets beside the nearest tree as if it were an umbrella, dropping her mango. It takes only a second to realize that this doesn't work very well and then she pushes herself back from the tree, grabs the mango and tries to remember which way she's supposed to be going. Soon she's heading in what she believe is the right direction, trying to stay close to trees to avoid getting too wet too quickly.

She shivers, wishing she had a jacket and shoes as she jogs her way over the softening ground. Lily lifts a hand to brush her bangs out of her eyes and just as she starts lowering her arm her foot hits the root of a tree and she falls forward.

"Ouch!" she yelps, dropping the mango and putting out her hands to break her fall. The wet ground hadn't helped her not fall, and it certainly didn't make her feel any better about having fallen. Just about ready to give up and try to find shelter instead, she looks up and spots something huddled by a nearby tree.

"What?" she wonders, forgetting for a moment that she's on her knees in mud and that it's raining. It looks like a person, a very cold or panicked person. She gets to her feet and walks over to the tree, but not right up to the person.

"Hello?" she says loudly, speaking over the rain. Her arms are crossed again to try to keep warm, making her arms and shirt dirtier.

Through the mud and her concern, Lily hadn't noticed Amaya's transformation right away. Her hazel eyes widen due to a whole variety of things- the reptilian qualities to this person is one, the pathetic seeming state of her another. What's wrong with her?!

Lily steps closer and kneels down, frowning, "Are you alright?"

Her voice is still loud enough to be heard over the rain but a peal of thunder breaks up her question. She jumps and glances upward, startled by the thunder. When she looks back down it hits her- scales meant some kind of reptile. Reptiles are cold blooded. That has to be what's wrong.

"Oh god," she bites her lip and reaches out to Amaya with a chilled hand.

Lily leans in to try to hear what Amaya says, only catching the word 'cold,' which is enough for her to understand what she said. But what is she supposed to do? The poor lizard girl was obviously freezing, and wouldn't be going anywhere- how cold could it get on this Island?

Lily puts a hand on Amaya's shoulder and inches herself toward her, the best she can think of right now is that she herself has some warmth in her. Despite knowing it won't do very much good, she puts an arm around Amaya and pulls herself closer to her, willing to share whatever warmth she has until she figures out what the heck to do.

Lily, despite being right beside Amaya, still barely hears her over the thumping of the rain. What she guesses she said is about right, and doesn't really require a reply. She shivers, "What am I supposed to do?"

She looks around them, hoping someone with all the answers would come by.

A more sheltered area would even be better, but Lily doesn't know her way around very well and isn't sure she could even get this person to move. She sighs.

Chubbs finally woke to a shower, a damn freezing one. His sleepy eyelids opened and blinked as the water fell in. A crack of lightning snapped him awake and he coughed at the taste in his mouth. It was no wonder, the remainder of a eaten snake rested beside him, the thought that he ate it raw almost made him vomit. It didn't sit easy in his stomach but he was feeling better than he had been in days. There about half the snake left, he was amazed he'd eaten that much.

With a shiver he got to his feet. least he'd have a shower and smell better. With a wince Chubbs looked at his shoulder, there was the row of teeth marks from the snakes bite, but it had bruised up pretty good. He was glad the thing was a constricter. He picked up the remains, hoping it could be some food for later and slung it over his shoulder. Looking around and blowing water from his lips, he noticed the surroundings had gotten a lot less familiar.

Chubbs was lost, he knew that. He couldn't see his footprints anywhere on the ground. He needed to find somewhere to hide from the rain, he'd be sick soon. Chubbs began walking, in a direction he thought might have been back to the river.

Amaya just gave a tiny sigh and snuggled a little more into Lily. She couldn't even shiver anymore, her body directly influanced by the tempature and freezing rain coming down from above.

She looked down at her legs, covered in scales... though the skin inbetween them was a light purple. Guessing her body was the same hue, she closed her eyes and did something she haden't done in months.

She prayed.

Not only for the water to stop, but for her to live through this since she had no idea what would happen if she didn't get warm. The iguana-girl prayed for Lily too, for her to come out of this unscathed. For everyone on the island to be alright... anything her tired mind could think of.