This Day is Not For Firsts
The peaks of far mountains upriver held the last vestiges of golden light and the walls of Ecthys were bathed in the blood of the setting sun, reflecting that gory color onto the pale sails of the ships gently swaying in the harbor.
"A beautiful sight."
His companion only sent one glance in the direction of the ships. She nodded in disinterested agreement, looking around in small jittery movements. "This has already taken too long."
"Has it?"
He sighed. Not everyone can appreciate the sight of a beautiful boat, her sails sharp and her lines graceful. Her sails soaked in blood and bone.
To sail openly under red and white, wouldn't that be just grand?
"Bluzand is already investigating. You should stop, mestre Ramad."
Stop? Eh, this cowardly old woman.
He shook his head.
This drylander, has she even stepped on the deck of a boat before? No, she would not understand.