Whenever the wind slackened, she called it back. Not a gale, but enough to work in their favor. When they were a day out from Ethro’s invisible borders, she let it go. She sensed a faint pull of wind-magic in that direction, and if she could, perhaps the other captain could too. Best not to advertise her abilities beyond the ship.
The next day, as the sun started its daily fall from on high, a crew member enjoying the breeze in the rigging called notice of a ship in sight. “Navy ship, captain!”
Iskra peered over the rail as if she might see it from her lower viewpoint. The Ethrin navy was notoriously lethargic, though in truth there was little enough for them to do. To see a ship so close to the border was unusual, to say the least. They tended to stay close to the comforts and pleasures
