Ashdeer pov
The Veiled Tribes, Islands of Kazakan, Cerulean Sea
The ship rolled across the water, as we traversed calm waters and clear blue skies. The sea stretched before us and the cliffs of Azkan were a distant memory of dark shadows across the horizon. I looked ahead as Lowan pulled across the rigs. He was an adept sailor and he obviously enjoyed being on the water. Malwin had been having a tough time of it, as we had entered open sea. He had spent half his morning throwing up and he did look rather green about the gills.
"I can't help it!" he had moaned to me, when I offered him a little lemon water, "It's my first time on water. I never knew ships rolled and heaved like this!"
I smiled at him with pity and said, "I understand. Don't worry, it is but a matter of some time and then you will get used to it."
Malwin had looked at me in horror and had then proceeded to dry heave into a bucket again.
