Shiny black locks blew away from the Mage’s face as her eyes blinked from the sea spray that cleansed her tanned skin.  Shaeverah was content in her vantage point, seated upon the high railings of the ship.  Only the spikes of the bow separated her from the sea and it’s vast blue and white foam nothingness.

Even the waves washing and splashing the sides of the bow couldn’t mask  the feeling of a presence behind her.  Shae smiled, grabbing the line of the front rig with her right hand before gathering the soaking skirts of her robe between her legs and extending her left out into the spray.  Gazing over her shoulder, she squinted at the glowing red eyes of the woman that had joined her. 

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