Melle waited for the dinghy to steady itself against the ship and stood, bent, stayed upright when the rope ladders plunked down to their boat. Ships, though terrible, were the lesser evil compared to little stolen fishing vessels. Eager to find less unstable ground, she bit into her third ginger piece and quickly climbed her way to the deck.
Time to work your magic, tangy crystallized root, she thought, and found a spot near the railing between the two ladders. She regarded the passengers from the first boat with an easy enough smile as they arrived while she waited for Cima and the others.
Time to work your magic, tangy crystallized root, she thought, and found a spot near the railing between the two ladders. She regarded the passengers from the first boat with an easy enough smile as they arrived while she waited for Cima and the others.
"Melle. You know, like what bears do!"
