(The waters connecting the New and the Old world)
The shipping vessel cut through the water like a blade drawn slowly across the vast expanse of blue, with the Blackmoon flag soaring to glory.
The sea seemed especially restless tonight.
Waves rose and fell in uneven rhythms, slapping hard against the reinforced hull, spray bursting upward in cold sheets before shattering back into foam. The wind carried the scent of salt and a strange forlorn, sharp enough to sting the lungs. Dark clouds loomed low,dragging shadows across the rolling blue beneath them.
And at the very bow of the vessel, Autumn stood unmoving.
Her boots were braced against the slick metal, coat snapping softly behind her, strands of pale hair plastered to her cheek by the mist. She leaned forward slightly, fingers curled around the railing, eyes fixed on the water below where blue met blue…her gaze so perfectly matched to the sea that, for a moment, it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.
