Through Never:
Chapter Two:
Setting Out
My family stood in the front of the crowd who were bidding me farewell. I had just realized we all looked so different from each other. Gan Kol had grandfather's green hair but mother's piercing yellow eyes. Father had light purple hair, red eyes and the tell-tale arrow like markings that most Selkies wore. I decided at the 'Coming of Age' ceremony, seven years ago, to spare my face from them. Mother had the blonde hair of my great-grandmother the yellow eyes to match. She unlike myself, had decide to sport the arrow markings. Then there was me, I looked very much like my grandmother when she was younger. I only had a slightly rounder face. "Good luck my moon goddess!" My mother cried. Miriali was the name of the ancient moon goddess who controlled the tides. She was also a goddess of fertility. It seems funny now thinking of what Mother and I were talking about yesterday. The ferryman groaned in indignation, patience was neither his or my virtue.
The travel to the mainland was a long one which made me restless. I had a deep love for the sea but now the excitement of gliding over the waves was beginning to fade into memory. The trip felt even longer as the Lilty paid me little attention and when he did, it was mostly discussion on the weather... particularly fears of sailing into storms. The seas by the Kilandan Isles were rough and rugged, often throwing much sea spray on board. While passing through this stretch of currents I'd crawl into my cabin and pray to the Mother of Sea. As much as I loved the sea, I had an immense fear of drowning.
My favourite part of the entire voyage was when we sailed out of the sea and into the Jegon River. The wind blowing in my face and through my hair, it gave me time to forget the ferryman's grumblings. There was a lore, but I saw it as a lie, that my ancestors,long before they made their abode's on land, were responsible for ship wrecks and causing storms. Our race, is scapegoated for so much, but I will continue to hold my head high.
After many days, we finally reached the east bank of the Jegon. I was already well rested so I decided to go straight to the Mine of Cathurgies. A certain part of me was discouraging this but I swallowed it down. I need to collect myrrh for the village....
On my way, the caravan that hailed from Fum called out to me. I stopped the pompaparus I had rented to see what they wanted. I was shocked to see new that Fum had changed it's caravan. But, now thinking back on it, it seems quiet logical as they were growing old. "Hello there!" The male Clavat said. The girl remained silent and gave me a hard stare. "Hello," I said softly and waved. He looked at the girl and gave her a nudge. "C'mon sis!" He whispered agitatedly. "Hi," She said softly. "Sorry about that! My sister, Shinara, is kinda shy," He laughed. I smiled a bit. His sister probably didn't like me because I was Selkic. "What's you name?" He asked. I caught his sister roll his eyes....
"I'm Miriali," I said.