In book two of the Torrent Skies Saga, Katerin continues to find adventure she didn't ask for, and the answers she finds only offer her more questions to answer.
Itrea is on the brink of peril, but Katerin's dreams are growing restless, a dark voic...
Dawn broke with a mirage of beautiful colors that were darkened and deepened by the storms in the distance. The crew of the Mynyrri cheered, for not far, was the outline of land. The only visible detail was a tall and daunting mountain peek, and the whole of the place was surrounded by storm clouds that roiled but never moved away. Even from this distance, they could see the occasional flash of lightning, and hear the muted groaning of the thunder.
Jon danced a jig, pulling Arjiah, then Katerin to their feet as his boots thudded off-tempo on the deck.
Arjiah ducked outside his reach, stepping back from his dance and grinned. "Did you think we might die first?"
"Of course not! I'm celebrating because we are simply the first to ever accomplish it." Jon reached out as if to grab Roahn and pull her into his celebration, but the glare she offered stopped him short, and he coughed.
"No. We are just the first to do it, on purpose." Magrum said, eyeing the mountain like it was an enemy army. "That's an important distinction."
"I'm gonna get my hammer," Roahn said, with a grin that showed her sharp, fang-like teeth, sparkling as brightly as her silver scales.
Brazen watched the sunrise, and the roiling clouds. "Is it just me, or does it not look very... friendly?"
"Well, it is called the Stormlands," Roahn said.
"Neuavia," Katerin corrected. "Though the nickname seems fitting."
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Trunk stood quietly to one side while everyone chattered and debated their best course of action. He was almost there, almost able to find his own answers. His goddess had driven him towards this, and though he doubted in his own readiness, he trusted her. She had promised him growth, and never once had she failed him. Sure, there was a part of him eager to see the flora of this place, and feel the memories of its breeze, but he had made such excuses about the plants to appease his companions. He had no business in Alkyrindaun, and likely would not stay to explore it. He only wanted to reconnect, and follow the word of his goddess. He had promised to keep his companions healthy and alive as best he could, and after the island it was obvious he could do just that. And so too was it obvious that his goddess need them, for some purpose or another.
He had not asked of his goddess for aid in Brazen's revival. Instead, she had asked him to be but a root, to allow the boy to truly live. He still could not fathom his own part in it, and deeply he wished that it had been one of the many loved ones he had lost, instead of an ancient yet innocent boy he had not yet gotten to know. Briefly he wondered if the boy even knew himself.
A small tap on his arm shook him from his pondering.
Arjiah held out a cup to him, still steaming in the cool air. "Tea?" she asked, with a smile.
"Thank you." He took the cup with delicate and slow movements.
