Chapter 9The next morning came with a nip in the air that blanketed the camp with a chill. The rare streaks of sunlight that permeated the clouds did little to heat the ground. Blankets were bundled, tents were folded, and the camp reloaded onto the decks of the ships.
With a heavy heart that weighed down Kallan's spirit, she trudged to her pile of hides on board and hugged her legs close to calm the sick that flipped her stomach. Knowing Gunir was only hours away, Kallan pressed her face into her knees as Bergen barked the order that sent the ships to sea.
The Ljosalfar buzzed with an eagerness that recharged their enthusiasm, fueling their good humor. At the sight of the approaching shores, a series of whoops and cheers erupted, sending a new energy through the ships. A second wave of
