Sea to sea, storm to storm, tide to tide.

“We spoke to your tutors before we came here.” He says, cutting off whatever Daelin was preparing to say, and ignoring the sharp look Daelin shoots his way. “They agreed to let you go, if you wanted too. It’s only for a week, and you haven’t been out sailing in so long.”Daelin looks about to speak again, but Derek cuts him off once more. “It’s your choice.”Jaina reaches out to touch the ship once more, and tries to imagine it cutting through the waves, fierce and proud, a ship with no equal. And she wants it. She wants to stand at its helm, to feel the rocking of a ship under her feet. And she hasn’t been sailing in so, so long.“Can I bring my books with me?” Jaina asks, and Derek cannot bite back his laughter.Even Daelin smiles, if only a bit. “As many as you like.”