But if it had to perish twice

She ducked her head into his little den. It smelled of Iho - of wild mint, and a sort of fragrant wood. And salt, of course! With a hint of cured hides and spiced meat. She took a deep breath, associating the smell with adventure and rebellion. She opened her eyes again as his voice summoned her, turning her attention to the beach.

She backed out and trotted down to him. His pleasant greeting was warm as he continued his funny stretches on the sand. “And good morning to you, my duteous vassal!” she teased as she came to a stop beside him. “Seen any pirates this morning?” she asked, ever keen for a good story as she followed his movements with her eyes.


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