Mystic Warrior
Mystic Warrior
“Feeling more peaceful than he could ever remember being, wondering whether he was dead, he almost allowed the rocking of the waves to lull him back to sleep.
The cry of “Land ho!” jerked him wide-awake.
Placing a hand to his head to verify it would stay on his neck, he threw his legs over the side of the hammock. Balancing precariously with his feet on the deck, he sat up.
Instantly, Lissandra was beside him, her skirt brushing his knee as she offered him a mug of coffee. He didn’t dare meet her eyes until he’d swallowed half a cup of the thick brew.
Once assured he was in full possession of his faculties, afraid he looked as if he’d been afflicted with the wrath of the gods, he gazed ruefully into her smile. “I am not my best in the mornings.”
She laughed, and her entire face brightened. It occurred to him that he could wake to the music of Lis’s laughter more willingly than to the sun rising at dawn.
“It is late afternoon, and your captain is arguing with our Minutor over the safest... port for landing.”MoreLess
The cry of “Land ho!” jerked him wide-awake.
Placing a hand to his head to verify it would stay on his neck, he threw his legs over the side of the hammock. Balancing precariously with his feet on the deck, he sat up.
Instantly, Lissandra was beside him, her skirt brushing his knee as she offered him a mug of coffee. He didn’t dare meet her eyes until he’d swallowed half a cup of the thick brew.
Once assured he was in full possession of his faculties, afraid he looked as if he’d been afflicted with the wrath of the gods, he gazed ruefully into her smile. “I am not my best in the mornings.”
She laughed, and her entire face brightened. It occurred to him that he could wake to the music of Lis’s laughter more willingly than to the sun rising at dawn.
“It is late afternoon, and your captain is arguing with our Minutor over the safest... port for landing.”MoreLess
Write Review:
Guest
Read Also
8.2 / 10
User Reviews: