The sea was being kind as was her cousin the wind. Sylvia stood at the starboard railing and looked forward to that spot in the ocean where they would cross into the world she had come to know as home. It had been her husband's world and her children's world. Through them she had adopted it and it her. With all its troubles and difficulties that lay like pieces upon a game board to be moved and faced, it still gave her a hint of welcome.
Gaerwyn and Ewan walked the deck together, sharing a few quiet words about what lay ahead in Yransea when they paused by Sylvia's side. "A fine night, my lady." Gaerwyn spoke low into the quiet but for the creaking of wood, the shush of sail and ropes in the breeze.
Turning to share a smile in the half light of low swinging lanterns, "It is that." She looked to Ewan, one brow rose. "Are we ready?"
"It will take some doing." Ewan started with uncharacteristic hesitation.
"But it must be done," her voice drifted like siren song on the breeze.
Gaerwyn rubbed his chin and then ran his fingers through his hair. "Roaring seas, I hate this." He grumbled, sharing a scowl between the two.
A sympathetic nod, Ewan looked back to the cabins and then to Gaerwyn. "Full ship even without your usual cargo."
"Aye," he chuckled and looked back to the cabins as well. "That will also take some doing."
Sylvia took in a deep breath and slowly let it out. It took another before she could reach up to her neck, but still her fingers fumbled the latch to the necklace that held the amulet.
Stepping in to aid her, "Allow me," he took on the burden of removing the lamp symbol, and then he pocketed it. "He said he would keep a light burning."
There was no response she could make. Her heart hurt with the rapid pace of its pounding. The ship shuddered like it had the chills. Stars changed above them, the moon shifted its course, and the sky had clouds scattering its silver light. Sylvia's neck felt colder than the rest of her even though the air in the sea south of Palendies was warmer. Her arms wrapped about her.
Ewan knew that gesture too well. With a nod of his head back away, he signaled to Gaerwyn to leave off for a moment. His cousin did so, and Ewan sent to lean against the railing next to Sylvia. "I have said I would not stay long."
"I understand. You are what I once was -- torn between two worlds."
Ewan looked up at her, his lean having brought him down beneath her height. "And you are not any longer?"
Gaerwyn and Ewan walked the deck together, sharing a few quiet words about what lay ahead in Yransea when they paused by Sylvia's side. "A fine night, my lady." Gaerwyn spoke low into the quiet but for the creaking of wood, the shush of sail and ropes in the breeze.
Turning to share a smile in the half light of low swinging lanterns, "It is that." She looked to Ewan, one brow rose. "Are we ready?"
"It will take some doing." Ewan started with uncharacteristic hesitation.
"But it must be done," her voice drifted like siren song on the breeze.
Gaerwyn rubbed his chin and then ran his fingers through his hair. "Roaring seas, I hate this." He grumbled, sharing a scowl between the two.
A sympathetic nod, Ewan looked back to the cabins and then to Gaerwyn. "Full ship even without your usual cargo."
"Aye," he chuckled and looked back to the cabins as well. "That will also take some doing."
Sylvia took in a deep breath and slowly let it out. It took another before she could reach up to her neck, but still her fingers fumbled the latch to the necklace that held the amulet.
Stepping in to aid her, "Allow me," he took on the burden of removing the lamp symbol, and then he pocketed it. "He said he would keep a light burning."
There was no response she could make. Her heart hurt with the rapid pace of its pounding. The ship shuddered like it had the chills. Stars changed above them, the moon shifted its course, and the sky had clouds scattering its silver light. Sylvia's neck felt colder than the rest of her even though the air in the sea south of Palendies was warmer. Her arms wrapped about her.
Ewan knew that gesture too well. With a nod of his head back away, he signaled to Gaerwyn to leave off for a moment. His cousin did so, and Ewan sent to lean against the railing next to Sylvia. "I have said I would not stay long."
"I understand. You are what I once was -- torn between two worlds."
Ewan looked up at her, his lean having brought him down beneath her height. "And you are not any longer?"