Miri wore a sleeveless shirt and kept her dark hair tied in a braided tail. She tossed up one of her throwing knives and caught it with a practiced hand. Her bag of supplies was propped up against a wooden post.
Kalia stepped forward when she saw Desa coming, nodding once in respect. Then she offered a cheeky grin. “I guess going home can wait,” she said. “The mayor can’t fault me when I’m off saving the world.”
Tommy and Dalen had their heads together as they scanned the pages of a leather-bound book. The newest addition to their merry band was gesturing exuberantly and relaying his reflections on the nature of the goddesses.
In tan pants, a purple shirt and a wide-brimmed hat, Desa stepped onto the dock. She frowned at the lot of them, but that frown soon became outright laughter. “Yo
