Rhiannon looked over at Kyia who was riding right beside her. The younger woman was riding straight-backed, staring ahead, focused on her target—the docks-not letting herself be distracted by the noise and activity. She knew Kyia cared very deeply for Shih ‘Ni and wondered, not for the first time, why they chose not to marry. Neither would talk about it.
The sun was setting as they finally arrived at the docks. There were two smallish cargo ships docked at the wharf and one larger one floating out in the bay. Rhiannon slid from Zellan’s back and looked around for the Harbor Master’s office. She was sore and tired, and she twisted, stretching her back a bit. When she straightened up, she saw an older man walking toward them at a clip, his red robes flowing behind him. A ring of light-color
