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Firian
Firian gripped the guardrail of the Talori, pretending to look for Torith on the horizon. When would that cursed island appear?
His stomach roiled. Why had no one told him about seasickness? By the end of the first day aboard, he’d felt horrifically sick. Staying in his cabin hadn’t helped. The only thing besides the Unreal that mitigated the bile rising in his throat was being out in the fresh air. It was an improvement, but not much of an improvement. He’d waited until the crew and soldiers were out of sight before he vomited over the side.
Rubbing the back of his hand over his mouth, he wearily straightened. With his skin feeling so clammy, he had to be paler than usual, but since these soldiers didn’t know him well, they hopefully wouldn’t notice.
Kiria had told him the
