Daciana had run until her paws bled, and then pushed on farther. Harder. Throwing herself over the land like she's running from ghosts. Not like she's running from them-- because she is. Land had become sea, and she'd been tossed among the waves like a child's toy. Shit, if this was how she went down, then so be it. Resigned to her fate, thrown among the debris and dragged along the sea floor.

Fighting to get a glimpse of this place... she's seen it before. In a dream, in a nightmare. Somewhere just at the edge of her vision, like it was still haunting her. Calling to her, in the most tormented and twisted way. No, that can't be right. She'd gone home. She'd been at home. In the comfort of her sister's shadow, tucked away from the world. Nothing could hurt her with that sister standing before her, and now?

Right, the reason she'd run in the first place. Like a bat out of hell, like a creature being chased. What had taken her older sister threatened to take her too. Without that sister, that shadow, that lifeline... Daciana is nothing. She could be nothing, and would have nothing left.

It's in that state, sorry and sodden, that Daciana washes ashore in the Sepulcher. Emaciated, half drowned, and barely holding on. Night strung around her shoulders, concealing her despite the noise. It's a wonder she has any strength left to try driving the water from her lungs at all.