Syresa looked at Malaki with a warm gaze as she gently touched the top of her head. "You are in charge of my sons life on this journey my child." Malaki looked up, her cat like pupils dialated and shrunk as she let this responsibility sink into her soul. It had been two years already and Malaki was now six years old. Lester stood behind her, the boat hanging off the side of the ship, ready to be lowered was directly behind them. Malaki was nervous and fearful. She understood where they were going and why. Malaki had long been privy to her charges secret. How could they keep such a secret when Malaki was with Kelpie day and night. She looked up at her queen, "My queen I will do my best." With that the trio, a now two year old child, a weathered man, and a six year old child. A trio that had a three month journey in a small sailboat. The King and Queen had wanted to send them off in a larger ship, but secrecy was of the utmost importance. Kelpie totaled about aboard the small sail boat. And as Lester unfurled the sails and set their course, Malaki looked up at the giant hull of the ship that had been home for many years. Unaware this would be the last time she saw her home.
"Kelpie, it is time for your nap." Malaki said in a soft sweet voice, only to be met with a withering scowl and a darkening of the sky. Light rain came down, and Malaki sighed. Kelpie's powers began to become more and more powerful, a mere fit of rage could whip a tornado into existence, as a cry of sadness could make the oceans swell and the sky's cry. Frustration took on the form of a dry lightning storm, the bolts striking as close as could be. This made it almost impossible to keep the crew in the dark of Kelpies secret. Sighing once more Malaki wandered closer, and wrapping her arms around the now two year old boy, she picked him up. The clouds began to fade as Malaki began to sing a lullaby. "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when sky's are grey. You'll never know dear, how much I love you. So please don't take my sunshine away. "
Kelpies eyes drooped slightly and Malaki saw the clouds become white and fluffy again. Taking the child downstairs, she laid him down gently and tucked him gently into the covers. Kelpies sleepy eyes slowly closed and Malaki stood to go top deck. She began to work vigorously atop the small boat. It was just big enough for a two man crew. Good for small week long voyages, but it would take months to reach the blood shamans of the north. They had planned a route the required them to stop four to five times to restock and make any repairs required. Which Malaki suspected there may be many repairs needing done. A child of Kelpies age with unrestrained power over oceans and the sky was bound to toss the boat around at one point or another in a fit of rage. Lucky for them Kelpie tended to be a mild child. He rarely threw fits, and often they were short lived. Malaki shook herself, coming back to what she was doing. They had a long journey ahead of themselves.