The day was marvelous, bright and sunny, with small clouds dropped into a deep blue of a sky. Mialarin leaned over the edge of the small sailboat, a faint flute melody dancing through her head. She smiled and slipped an errant strand of black hair behind her ear.
They were headed out on a day-long boating trip, just the three of them: Mialarin, Erisine, and Soriel. She hadn’t seen either of them in
months, far off in Lambastia as they—and most of their family—were.
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