"Whoa. Neat. And Leareth is - Tadesse's distant descendant, from a thousand years in the future? Wow. ...I guess that means he's mine too." 

"Not necessarily. He only needs to be Ma'ar's descendent. I...somehow doubt we survived, in his timeline." 

"Oh." 

Ekunde is quiet for a moment, eyes downcast, and then goes back to asking questions about Golarion's other sapients, while Ma'ar coaxes him to stand up so they can head in the direction of a guest bedroom. 

Back on the Void-ship a very long way away, Leareth repeats the names to Vanyel so he can write them down, and then tries for the crystal ball first. Ayodele Obi first, the sister; she's also a descendant of his, whereas it's likely only one of the parents is, he can hold that as part of the mental specification for the scry and maybe make it a little more likely to succeed, and also he's not sure but it seems possible younger people have a less strong Will save against Golarion magic. 

There's a girl! Human, brown skin, dark hair plastered to her head by the water. She's swimming in what's presumably the open ocean, judging by the size of the swells; at the top of each one she treads water as high as possible and looks around frantically; as the wave descends, she flips over and dives, swimming down and continuing to look around and coming up about a minute later for air. 

"Damn it," Leareth mutters under his breath. 

Can he widen the view of the scry a little, see if she's at least near a ship? 

No; Golarion magic is as usual not very flexible, though now that he has her he could try switching magic systems.

Doing that from the Void is a nontrivial challenge, but one within Leareth's capabilities. 

For simplicity of coordination, he meshes shields with Vanyel, pulling him into mind-rapport, then gets to work on following the Golarion scry's route. This isn't the most efficient way to find a place, but the problem is that she's in an anonymous patch of ocean, and Velgarth scrying generally anchors on map-locations, not a specific person. 

:Gate to them?: 

:In a second - when I know where -: 

:I'll go through the Gate and grab them, you stay here: Not quite verbalized into Mindspeech, but there in the surface of his thoughts, is that he's far more powerful, can more easily handle himself in what might be a very dangerous situation, and Leareth has been doing a lot more of their Gates and search-magic and is also trying to save his last Lesser Restoration, he's got to be tired already, and Vanyel worries. 

:Got it: 

Less than fifty yards from the swimming girl, there's a ship. Or the wreckage of one, at least, upside-down and mostly submerged with just the curve of the hull and a damaged rudder sticking up. 

There are some other people hanging onto it - a woman, holding a rope that's tied to something else under the waterline, yelling to a man who a moment later dives under the water. Leareth's scry can't hear anything they're saying, but they look bedraggled and exhausted. The woman seems to be having a hard time with the rope; she's sort of hugging it under her armpit rather than gripping it, like her hands are too cold for the latter, which seems plausible. 

And a couple of seconds later there's a Gate, a neat threshold appearing just above the water's surface. 

Yfandes can swim, but her default plan is to stay back here on the ship; she's not going to be much good for grabbing onto people. 

:Be careful, love: 

:I will:

Vanyel does not complain about the water's likely temperature; he grits his teeth and dives through, plunging into seawater. Which proves not as cold as he expected, enough that it's a shock but it'd be perfectly comfortable to swim in once adjusted. 

For a bit, anyway. Presumably this poor family has been out here clinging to the wreckage of their sailboat for hours if not days.

It's closer to days, though Yewande isn't sure how well she's kept track of time, and also she's very distracted right now; mostly she's panicking over her son, it's not just that he's her precious firstborn it's that without his Gift they're almost certainly going to die out here–

She shrieks, in surprise more than fear, as a glowing opening to somewhere else - a Gate, she puts together a second later, only she's never seen Kun do one on thin air like that - appears a few yards away, and a man plunges through it. 

He pops to the surface, and then does something with his hands and - the ship is suddenly not being jostled around nearly so hard, and a few seconds later, there's a loud gurgle and movement and then a bit more of the hull is above water. 

For a moment she's just baffled, and then - oh, he must be a mage too. A stronger one, even, or at least a less tired one, Kun hadn't been able to do that. 

"Are you hurt?" Vanyel shouts to her. 

She has no idea what language that is! 

Oh, right. :Are you hurt? Can you get through the Gate on your own?: 

Kun can't do that either! 

"Who are you?" she shouts back to him over the creaking of the waves. 

He can't understand that either but he can skim it from her surface thoughts. :An ally of Tadesse. Here to rescue you. Where're the others: 

"Tadesse?" The nonplussed confusion in her surface thoughts is obvious.