Chapter 79: Lirana's Point, Part 1

In all his travels, Cemal had never forgotten, or stopped missing, the scent of the sea. The taste of the sea was something he was happy to live without, but there was nothing that compared to the smell of a strong sea breeze rolling in over the sand and through the village.

Smells like fish and salt. I think you drank too much saltwater as a lad and it's addled that head of yours.

Cemal lazily shaped energy into a bird and sent it to ruffle Mahzan's hair.

"Oi!" Mahzan snapped, stealing the bird with his own magic and sending it straight back—

Only for it to be consumed by shadow and dispersed.

Cemal and Mahzan huffed and cast Binhadi wounded looks. Binhadi, riding next to Mahzan and several paces in front of Cemal, twisted to cast them both reproving looks. "You are not children—"

"Debatable," Sule cut in.

Mahzan leered. "I am fairly certain children cannot do what I did last night, or are you forgetting—"