#catch-up!

Anisai Sevin stared dully at the empty berth where the Procidia’s longboat should have been.  She was gone, along with her crew.  Beside him, his niece Catrienne stood, pale and shaking.  It was because of her they were dockside, and not on board.  Because of her… they’d been left behind.

Amelia’s final words echoed in his mind, her lovely face snarling with anger. “You put the idea in the child’s head, you fix it. Don’t come back until it’s done!”  

He stared down at the silent, trembling teenager at his side and felt his own surge of irrational anger.  He had told her this was a bad idea, that nothing but grief would come of it, but she insisted.  Now he whirled on his heel, stalking away without another word.