Lorelei could see the distant city growing closer and closer as the day grew longer. By early afternoon she saw white-sailed specks on the harbor, boats drifting in, fading away as they departed to head north like tiny soldiers marching across the crisp, blue-green water. She had never been to Port Felar, but she knew it was the busiest port in all of Leithe, bringing in goods from all lands south, east and north of the continent. They could get lost in such a place, if they actually managed to get past the city gates and into the bustling city.
The seldom-used road that carried them further up the coastline had taken two days to travel, but that two days had felt more like ten with all the tension and the silence between the three travelers. The nights were even longer, devoid of merriment and casual conversation. Not even Finn seemed himself, stubbornly refusing to indulge her when she tried to talk the way they’d been talking every night since they’d met. Continue reading →