Amyra had tried several times to reassure Azrianna that the ship would be safe in the storm that had crept up on them, but it did no good.
Here she sat on her bed with Nacht who looked more than pleased to be given as much attention as she had by the raven-haired magician who had started a panic.
"Azrianna, it's going to be okay..." Amyra comforted her the best she could.
The soft-spoken mage looked up to her friend with wide purple eyes that were skimmed with tears. "...but... if it crashes..."
