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The Sea Goddess BardThe sun had just climbed above the quaver columns and wave beaten, natural arch that formed the eastern w totally of the quest a sheer rock cliff rimmed the western border. The later(a) summer off-season was finally nearing its end and the raging surf was beginning to tame. The irrigate were still too rough for fishing, but Kiauch had his skiff out in the pore of his fathers sheltered bay. I dont know, Rajath. Kethral shook his head as he watched his willful, firstborn son maneuver the skiff across the bay. The young minotaurs dark form showed up clearly against the white of the spritsail even at this distance. Kiauch worries me. Hes well away from the rafts and arch. As long as he doesnt go beyond the headland, he should be fine, Rajath reassured his brother. No Kethral snapped, I mean all that rig out nonsense. Oh. Seen separately, one could easily mistake one brother for the other. Both had the said(prenominal) golden brown coat, but where Kethral was s quare built and powerful, Rajath had a sensitive, beautiful grace. Ever since that storm on his initial voyage all he talks about is becoming a bard. A bard of all things Before then he couldnt wait to be a fisher. Having a ship snap in two under your feet is enough to enervate anyone, Rajath pointed out as Sekra, his bride of less than two months joined them on their vigil. engender Kiauch time. Hell come around. Hed better, the elder OsLiath grumbled. Long ago, he had promised his first born to Vestiya, and the skirt of the Sea had no tolerance for oath breakers. Sekra smiled as she watched her nephew. Being pertly to the family, she saw what the others seemed to overlook. Despite their outward differences, her brother-in-law and his son were practically identical. Once either one of them got an idea in his head there was no dissuading him. Sekra rattling much doubted that Kiauch ever would come around. Sekra gasped as a great wave buffeted her nephews skiff. I dont know, she said as Kiauch nosed into it and, aside from a considerably dousing, managed to keep his boat afloat. Look at the way hes sporting on the waves that doesnt look like fear to me. Hmm, Kethral rumbled deep in his throat. Ah, Sekras right. Kiauch is no more than afraid of the sea than he is of breathing.