Passengers

[🎶 Ashes – Celine Dion.]

•ON THE AURORA SHIP, THE COLD SEA

Ravenna loved the cold. She had, always, ever since she was a little girl. The season of winter hit the waters of the Cold Sea harder than the tinkle of a purse. Since Ravenna had spent most of her teen years working in the coasts as a serving girl, in any pub that would have her, she was used to the chilly temperatures. In lay terms, the sea was cold as a motherfucker.

It was night and the waves lurching up lapped at the vessel's hold. She stood on the ship's deck, her hands gripping the railing, green eyes forward into the rocking. Above the whipping sails, the clouds were thick gray. The sky was starless. Ravenna heard a scuffle behind her and turned.

Aya Naamah stood in a flamboyant mufty pink coat, it was mink. She was enchanting on the deck, curved like a siren who had just stepped out of the sea to lure off the crew, as she held out a similar green shawl to Ravenna. "Here you go, dearie."