Shadewood The future tense of fear is either comedy or tragedy

Arcelia fell silent, observing her sister. She leaned into her as the younger girl rubbed against, welcoming the gesture. But when she, too, paused to take in the ocean’s air, the hooded girl could not hide her frown. “I want to see home again,” she declared, gaze drifting from sibling to the direction of their home. When would they be able to see the ocean again?