Chapter Five
Amaranthine of the MysticsStacy pushed back the strands of wet hair clinging to her damp flesh. The voyage had been less than pleasant, but the call from the ship's watch signifying land had driven her to the bow to watch their approach through the rain and ocean spray. She had spent most of the journey huddled between crates, seeking shelter from the battering winds, and attempting to distract her mind from the turbulent currents.
Drevera was currently experiencing what was referred to as its green season. The entire island was shrouded in thick, heavy rain clouds. Their presence would be constant over the next few months, never breaking away, and rarely allowing the sun to penetrate its thick barricade. The sailors aboard the vessel had warned Stacy, on multiple occasions
