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Pirate Chasers
Chapter 1: The Ship on the Wind
It was almost midnight. Tris sighed and shut her book, staring out at the sea from the modest home she shared with her brother and sister in Summersea. Winter was fading away, and with it, the vicious storms she had so delighted in. Already the nights grew warm. Summer was coming, Trader and merchant ships would soon leave port – some of the more daring already had. What made her cherubic face frown was that with spring and summer came pirates. She had seen visions of their sails on the wind, occasionally heard their shouts and glimpsed of possible raids, but it was the most she had seen or heard of any pirates since their decimation at Winding Circle, by her and her friends.
She carefully felt for her friends in her mind. Sandry and Daja were asleep. Briar was…
"Hello Coppercurls!"
Briar Moss stood grinning, leaning on the doorpost of her room.
She frowned at him, "Home late again! Off chasing more skirts?"
The ex-thief smirked and traced a vine on his hand, "I don't need to chase 'em kid." He fled before Tris could throw her book at him.
Trisana Chandler sniffed the air, hoping for rain but there was only a strong wind, perfect for bringing ships to port. She gazed into the empty air, clearing her mind automatically and saw a sleek merchant ship, with sails the colour of the ocean depths. Strange. Most merchants and traders she knew of preferred white, or even yellow for their sales. From the direction and strength of the wind, the ship would be in port by morning. Perhaps she'd wander down to the market and see if she could spot it. Daja and Sandry would probably like to come as they had no work scheduled then. Briar wouldn't care, but she'd ask him anyway. Somehow, she'd have to forgoe the fact that she saw it on the wind. The mirror would do as a scapegoat.
We've done quite well here, she mused. Everyone worked together, knew their roles and responsibilities. They pulled in quite a bit of money from their magical workings. Tris herself had been perfecting some weather predicting crystals with the help of Daja. But they all longed for Discipline.
The young woman, eighteen years old as of the last month, slid off the window seat and placed her thick book and thin rimmed spectacles on her desk. Her room was larger than the one she had lived in at Discipline and richer in colour. There were books and embroidered hangings everywhere. It was her room; more hers than Discipline's was. She was only a temporary resident there, destined to move away eventually. Here she would stay until she found a house of her own.
The house, modest in size, was large enough for three adult mages and the occasional guest. Niko, Lark, Rosethorn and Frostpine often visited. They would call in on them soon she was sure. Tris twitched her no nonsense night gown into place and slipped into bed, pulling the covers under her chin. She wriggled after a moment, finding the thick blankets too warm and kicked them off. Slowly, she fell asleep to the sound of waves.
Slightly Obsessive
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