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The Sea Goddess BardThe sun had just climbed in a higher place the rock columns and vagabond beaten, natural arch that jumped the eastern fence in of the bay a sheer rock cliff rimmed the westward border. The late summer off-season was fin eachy nearing its end and the raging surf was scratch line to tame. The waters were still too rough for fishing, but Kiauch had his skiff out in the center of his fathers sheltered bay. I dont know, Rajath. Kethral shook his head as he watched his willful, eldest 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 stacks and arch. As long as he doesnt go beyond the headland, he should be fine, Rajath reassured his brother. No Kethral snapped, I mean each(prenominal) that gussy up nonsense. Oh. Seen separately, one could easily mistake one brother for the other. two had the same golden brown coat, but where Kethral was square built and powerful, Rajath had a sensitive, slender 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 decorous to unnerve anyone, Rajath pointed out as Sekra, his bride of less than two months joined them on their vigil. Give Kiauch time. Hell come around. Hed better, the elder OsLiath grumbled. Long ago, he had promised his first natural to Vestiya, and the Lady of the Sea had no tolerance for oath breakers. Sekra smiled as she watched her nephew. be new 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 very 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 good dousing, managed to keep his boat afloat. Look at the way hes fair on the waves that doesnt look like fear to me. Hmm, Kethral rumbled deep in his throat. Ah, Sekras right. Kiauch is no more afraid of the sea than he is of breathing.