Hikari with her family managed the traveling over land to the nearest port fine. She was not the biggest fan of traveling on hippogriff, even though Brother seemed thrilled about it. She was too proud to admit it thrilled her any less.

When they got to the port though, she liked that certainly a lot less. Water. All that water. All that water that stretched out for miles. All that water she would have to be on for days as that was the swiftest way down south. She felt the overwhelming desire to bulk at the idea of getting on that ship Mother had booked passage on for them last minute.

As they boarded, Hikari looked at Father, wondering if he was just as uneasy about being surrounded by all that water like she was. She could not read anything off of him. As she left the ground and onto the gang plank, she squinted her eyes, trying not to see the water on either side. Once they were in the ship, she was glad to not be able to see any of the water. The ground was lilting though under her feet. She did not like it.

Mother lead the way to their rooms in the ship. The had a tiny three bedroom en suite together. Hikari's room was the size of a closet. Brother's room was equal size. Mother and Father's room was not much bigger. Between those three rooms was a small main room with a small bathroom for them to share. Hikari wondered at the size and why Mother did not book them something bigger, something grander. She was the Lady of Alaric after all. Mother was the Angel. She would have had all the sway she needed with those two title to take over the best rooms in the ship.

Before Hikari could utter a complaint however, she felt the ship lurched, he stomach lurching right along with it. She hated it.

Brother came running into her room, all excited. "The ship is leaving port. Let's go see!" He snatched up her hand, pulling her out of the room with him at a run.

She ran with him down the hallway, but as soon as she smelled the salty spray, her stomach felt woozy. She put on a brave face, following along after him still. When they reached the deck, Brother did not stop running. He ran right up to the railing, pushing around the crowd with his larger stature to get on top of it. He leaned over it, waving alongside those around him to the people on the dock.

Hikari felt her breathing start to rush, pulse beating louder in her ear drums. She shook her head, seeing land slowly disappear. Her stomach flipped, her mouth went dry. She did not want to leave land. She did not want to be on this ship anymore. Brother turned his head back and called over to her to come closer, but she shook her head at him. He frowned at her. She felt her stomach heave uncomfortably. Brother left the railing abruptly, moving over to her.

She shook her head rapidly. "I can't be here," she said when he was close enough. "I can't be here," she echoed.

Brother was over to her, "shh, shh," he soothed. "Come on. Back to our rooms," he suggested.

She let him lead her, even as her stomach rolled in time with the floor beneath her feet. "I can't be here," she whimpered, ready to cry. She dug in her heels, not sure where she could go, but just wanted off this ship and away from all of that water. She slipped away from Brother and knelt down on the floor. She put her head between her knees, arms over her head. She felt the ship sway. She whimpered, feeling a few stray tears fall.

"It's only a few days," she heard Brother say to her, kneeling beside her. "You've got this. You don't have to look at the water. I know you don't like seas or rivers or bodies of water in general. Hydrophobia. So being on a ship like this..."

She whimpered, shaking her head at him. "I want to get off," she begged.

"We can't. We have to get to uncle before he passes away. For Mother's sake," Brother explained.

She heard someone approach. "Are you alright, kids?" a man's voice spoke over them.

Brother spoke to him, who ended up being one of the ship's crew. Brother told him their room number, asking for him to tell Mother or Father where they were and to come get her. The crew member was quick to comply.

An eternity of a few short minutes passed with Mother coming to the two of them in a rush. Mother knelt down beside Hikari, fussing over her, "oh my sweetness, are you alright?" She pulled Hikari over to her, hugging her close.

Hikari squirmed out of Mother's grip, bringing herself down to sit down on the ground.

"Hikari doesn't want on this ship. Being surrounded by so much water scares her," Brother answered discreetly.

Hikari huffed, pulling her knees into her chest. "I want off this ship," she griped.

Mother sighed, looking hurt. "I knew you were scared of water. As a babe, you would cry if we tried to bathe you. But you got over that fear. When you were younger, you adamantly refused to swim. Your father's not the biggest fan of water either. I figured by now though, you were old enough to be able to handle your fear."

Hikari scowled up at her. On one hand, she just knelt down and tried to baby her, but then said she thought she could handle her fear. Like her actual age did not occur to her. "I want off the ship. I can travel on land and meet you later down South."

Mother shook her head. "This is fastest way," she said soothingly. "Come back to the room. You can hide from it the same way your father is. You can lay down and rest. You don't have to look at the water the whole trip. You can wait it out in your bedroom." Mother stood over her, hand outstretched towards her. Hikari winced, feeling her stomach tense uneasily. She took Mother's hand, letting her pull her up to her feet. She brought her other hand down to rest on stomach. "Are you nauseous?" Mother asked soothingly as she lead her down the hallway. Hikari nodded. "We'll get you laying down and then get you something to settle your stomach," she promised.

"Apples and bread?" Brother joked behind them. Mother chuckled softly, but Hikari did not understand the joke.

When they were almost to their rooms, Hikari felt like she was going to be sick. The ship took a heave up and down unexpectedly. She pulled away from Mother, throwing up in, mercifully, a nearby trash can. She felt someone gently lean over her, holding her hair out of the way.

When she was done, she stood up, horrible taste still in her mouth. She leaned against Mother, allowing her to lead her the rest of the way to her room that way. "I hate the sea," she grumbled.