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It was late at night when she decided to come out onto the deck of the merchant ship called the Ferret Express, unable to sleep and unwilling to think. She was too tired to think of the future, of the uncertain flux beyond what she could see, yet the chore still roused her from her slumber in spite of her exhaustion. So she thought that it would be best if she lost herself in the moment, take a breather and absorb her surroundings. That was all she could do lately anyway, to accept the now for what it was and not to think too far of tomorrow. It had served her well so far, calming and soothing her, lulling the insecurity away much like how the movement beneath her feet slowly stirred, breathing like the giant she once saw in Kaltrea as a child.
Cool glass touched her warm lips as the distinct scent of ocean water invaded her nose. Rui Brewfort rolled the mead in her mouth much like how the seawater chu
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