Noctisardor Bypass the longships

The Graf did not make her wait long for an explanation. “Heat lightning,” he said and the girl’s brows raised. She didn’t like that word: “heat.” Actually, it was the concept she misliked. Druid simply did not do well in heat, hence why she remained awake after nightfall, when the temperatures fell too.

Mahler’s remark about the lightning playing over the water earned a ponderous noise from Druid before she guessed, Is it trying to get in the water because it’s hot? It was something she often did herself, if she happened to be awake during the stiflingly hot hours.

When the dark man began guiding her away from the waterside, Druid pivoted and glided after him. She noticed when Mahler’s gaze dropped to her wrist and she looked down too, smiling at the snake slumbering, her anklebone a pillow.

Eyes drifting back toward the patriarch, Druid said, Do you know what Bracelet eats? She inhaled, then breathed out the answer, Slugs!