Lyris could sense the water beyond the wooden hull of the ship. Her fingers tingled, ready to call upon her ability. The figure ducked beneath the low door and advanced.
Arn, she grinned at the young man as he picked his steps between the swinging hammocks and packs. Lyris moved towards him. Quick feet snagging on a bag strap that had been abandoned on the floor. She stumbled, the bag was pulled down from the chest and spilling across the floor behind her. Cursing, she turned away from her friend and bent to scoop up the items and stuff them back inside the canvas sack. Wondering who it belonged to. A battered journal, a hunting knife, apples that rolled away down the deck and Arn lunged to collect. He pressed them into her hands and she pushed them back into the bag along with a roll of
