It wasn't all sad waiting, the first trip was always the fastest. His people would have been stacking food throughout the winter months, sure of what could fit on the boats, ready to arrive here as quickly as the food he had taken with him. The spring winds made it a bit more dangerous for sailing, but made it faster as well. The still of the summer, when there would be little wind, would be the longest trip. It was a nice way to ease me into missing him, to learn what it was like without him. I found myself staring at the sea from the top of the. palace often, wondering how far away he was, when he ceased to be one of the dots that I could see if I looked hard enough.
I started my own projects as well, learning to weave larger clothing than I would have for the children in the temple. I
