Snippet #2343049

"Siah, we've arrived, siah we're docked..."

The mage's eyes battled the glare of the noonday harbor stabbing at him through his window. "Docked...what, why didn't you wake me, I..." He made to move, but found his legs still lashed tight to the floor.

"Let me get that siah," the spritely cabin girl rushed to undo the buckles around the old man's bony ankles.

"Oh, oh thank you my dear... I still wonder why the captain didn't request my permission at the bow... Harbor and all, good to have the wind at your side."

"He said not to bother you, siah," replied the girl as she finished her work, "something about one broken cornermast is enough."

Legs free the old sorcerer slid off cot with a hruumph. "Why I told the captain that gale was not my fault. Two fronts coming together, very unstable, like having a Solimond and a Veran in the same court, hard to predict what'll happen you know."

The girl nodded, "I tried to explain to him. I remember when that storm was looming on the horizon and you sat on the bow all day just trying to ward it off."

"And suffered more than a few seagull droppings for my trouble I will tell you," the sorcerer boasted, smiling behind the white whiskers of his beard. The cabin girl laughed as she helped pull Lord Savyus ap Lynaria, elder of the House of Wind Sorcerers, up out of his cot. "Thankyou Trea."

"For what, Lord Savyrus?"

"For putting up with this weathered old weather mage for four weeks."