((Thanks for the review Purple Eyes1. I'm glad that someone was waiting for
the sequel. Tristan might have learned her lesson about meddling with
nature in the last book, but she might have forgotten...hahaha())
Sandry finished braiding her light brown hair and hid a smile when she saw a young man huddled near the railing of the ship. "Feeling any better Nikan?" she asked the young man.
Nikan looked up and glared at Sandry with dark brown eyes. "I swear that this is the worst idea you've ever had in your life," he said. Then he face went pale green and he threw up over the side.
"We've been on this ship for about six months now," Sandry told him as she rubbed his back. "Surely you should be use to the it by now."
"I think it's all in his mind," Steel said. He was sitting on the rail of the ship, holding on to a rope so that he wouldn't be thrown into the sea. "I don't find anything wrong with the ship. Except for I don't have my forge, and there is almost no fire."
"Fire on a ship isn't a good idea, it's made of wood after all," Sandry told him as Nikan shuddered and lay back down. "I'll go see if Lark has a charm she can use to help ease your pain. She should have given you one months ago."
"Why didn't you make one, Aunt Sandry?" Steel asked. "You're just as strong a thread-mage as is Dedicate Lark."
"Lark has always been better at charms though," Sandry told him as she strode past the rail, "While I am better at weaving and sewing."
"I heard that," the smiling Dedicate said as Sandry sat beside her. She was working with some thread in her lap. "And as it happens I am making a charm for Nikan at this very moment. I didn't give it to him earlier because this is a rather difficult charm and I thought it would just take him awhile to get used to the motion of the ship."
As Sandry and Lark talked about charms and weaves Silver came up to them with the captain of the ship in tow. "The wind has picked up," Silver told them. "And I know it is not natural."
Sandry looked up at Silver and asked, "Do you think it is Tristan?" Her voice was eager; she missed her daughter very much. That's why they were all out on this ship; they were searching for Sandry's runaway children Tristan, Numair, and Lissien. Along with Trisana's daughter Kynara and Daja's children Copper and Bronze.
Actually Tristan was not Sandry's blood-daughter. She was the daughter of Briar and Trisana. It had happened six months before Briar had wed Sandry. So Sandry and Briar had taken the child and raised her as a noble, as Sandry's daughter. Half a year ago Tristan had found out when she had a fit of rage and called up a horrible storm. Trisana had calmed her by telling her the truth. That was the reason they all were out here; Tristan had found out her entire life was a lie.
"I do believe it is Tristan," Silver said. "I can see the magic in the wind. If you look closely then so could you."
"Magic is the only way that the Teal Lioness could have stayed ahead of us for this long," Sandry said. "After all Captain Gerin here said that the Silver Wind was the fastest ship in port."
Captain Gerin actually blushed a bit. "I am sorry about that ma'm," he said. "But I said 'in port', and the Teal Lioness can actually match the Silver Wind for speed if need be. And if those folk you are chasing are on the Teal then she will go fast."
Sandry cursed and then said, "I wish that we had dragged Trisana along with us. She could conjure up a wind stronger then Tristan's and we could catch her."
"Tristan's wind does affect us," Silver said. "Just not near as much as it affects the ship she is on."
"Meddling with the weather is no way to do things," Lark said. "Tristan better be careful of what she does."
"I sure hope she is careful," Sandry said with a worried glance towards the front of the ship. "I do not want any of my children to be harmed."
"She is not your blood," Silver pointed out. "And before she was gone she felt unloved by you. Why do you worry so about her now?"
"Despite her not being my daughter I love her," Sandry said. "No matter whats happens I always will love her and I want her to know that."
((Sorry it's so short!!))
Sandry finished braiding her light brown hair and hid a smile when she saw a young man huddled near the railing of the ship. "Feeling any better Nikan?" she asked the young man.
Nikan looked up and glared at Sandry with dark brown eyes. "I swear that this is the worst idea you've ever had in your life," he said. Then he face went pale green and he threw up over the side.
"We've been on this ship for about six months now," Sandry told him as she rubbed his back. "Surely you should be use to the it by now."
"I think it's all in his mind," Steel said. He was sitting on the rail of the ship, holding on to a rope so that he wouldn't be thrown into the sea. "I don't find anything wrong with the ship. Except for I don't have my forge, and there is almost no fire."
"Fire on a ship isn't a good idea, it's made of wood after all," Sandry told him as Nikan shuddered and lay back down. "I'll go see if Lark has a charm she can use to help ease your pain. She should have given you one months ago."
"Why didn't you make one, Aunt Sandry?" Steel asked. "You're just as strong a thread-mage as is Dedicate Lark."
"Lark has always been better at charms though," Sandry told him as she strode past the rail, "While I am better at weaving and sewing."
"I heard that," the smiling Dedicate said as Sandry sat beside her. She was working with some thread in her lap. "And as it happens I am making a charm for Nikan at this very moment. I didn't give it to him earlier because this is a rather difficult charm and I thought it would just take him awhile to get used to the motion of the ship."
As Sandry and Lark talked about charms and weaves Silver came up to them with the captain of the ship in tow. "The wind has picked up," Silver told them. "And I know it is not natural."
Sandry looked up at Silver and asked, "Do you think it is Tristan?" Her voice was eager; she missed her daughter very much. That's why they were all out on this ship; they were searching for Sandry's runaway children Tristan, Numair, and Lissien. Along with Trisana's daughter Kynara and Daja's children Copper and Bronze.
Actually Tristan was not Sandry's blood-daughter. She was the daughter of Briar and Trisana. It had happened six months before Briar had wed Sandry. So Sandry and Briar had taken the child and raised her as a noble, as Sandry's daughter. Half a year ago Tristan had found out when she had a fit of rage and called up a horrible storm. Trisana had calmed her by telling her the truth. That was the reason they all were out here; Tristan had found out her entire life was a lie.
"I do believe it is Tristan," Silver said. "I can see the magic in the wind. If you look closely then so could you."
"Magic is the only way that the Teal Lioness could have stayed ahead of us for this long," Sandry said. "After all Captain Gerin here said that the Silver Wind was the fastest ship in port."
Captain Gerin actually blushed a bit. "I am sorry about that ma'm," he said. "But I said 'in port', and the Teal Lioness can actually match the Silver Wind for speed if need be. And if those folk you are chasing are on the Teal then she will go fast."
Sandry cursed and then said, "I wish that we had dragged Trisana along with us. She could conjure up a wind stronger then Tristan's and we could catch her."
"Tristan's wind does affect us," Silver said. "Just not near as much as it affects the ship she is on."
"Meddling with the weather is no way to do things," Lark said. "Tristan better be careful of what she does."
"I sure hope she is careful," Sandry said with a worried glance towards the front of the ship. "I do not want any of my children to be harmed."
"She is not your blood," Silver pointed out. "And before she was gone she felt unloved by you. Why do you worry so about her now?"
"Despite her not being my daughter I love her," Sandry said. "No matter whats happens I always will love her and I want her to know that."
((Sorry it's so short!!))