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Moss hadn’t even noticed his steps slowing down; he was only aware of the leaden weight in his stomach growing heavier as they approached their destination after days of travelling along the narrow, rocky roads of Roenden. But Kit turned, worried. He’d been worried about Moss’ state of mind the whole trip, Moss knew, but he had respected Moss’ quiet. »Is everything alright, sweetheart?« »Yes,« Moss lied before he thought better of it. He paused his step, and Kit came...

Skylax tried to look small. He was used to drawing attention, what with the distinctive shark fate had painted on his side, but he didn’t exactly enjoy it. It tended to give others the wrong impression. As usual, though, he didn’t succeed. There were so many vayrons assembled at the port of Udreim, simply too many eyes to avoid them all. Most of them were younger than he - he hadn’t quite felt ready for his trials, or perhaps for facing all these other youngsters, for rather too ...