The war cruise ship continued its journey. No one knew how much time had passed before a ripple of startled voices rose from the deck. Lightchaser caught her apprentice's name and straightened, turning in the same direction as the other players.
At the end of the river of time, a new dock had appeared. BS. Moored before the dock named BS was a twin mast square rigged sailboat, its ridiculous cat painted on the sails puffing out its cheeks as the wind filled them.
BS Rita had just stepped out of the cabin and was looking up at the full moon hanging above the dock.
The last time they met on the river, Lightchaser already felt that her apprentice had changed. Now, seeing her again, she looked so light that even a breeze might carry her away.
She wore a loose, pale shirt and an oversized black robe embroidered with muted dark gold patterns. She looked like a bard who had wandered onto a pirate ship by mistake, stepping out for air after finishing a score.
