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The Sea Goddess BardThe sun had just climbed above the rock columns and wave beaten, natural arch that organise the eastern wall of the bay a sheer rock cliff rimmed the western border. The late summer off-season was finally nearing its end and the raging channel-surf was beginning to tame. The waters were still too rough for fishing, but Kiauch had his skiff out in the center of his fathers sheltered bay. I dont know, Rajath. Kethral shook his head as he watched his willful, eldest son maneuver the skiff across the bay. The young minotaurs dark form showed up clearly against the white of the spritsail even at this distance. Kiauch worries me. Hes well away from the laden and arch. As long as he doesnt go beyond the headland, he should be fine, Rajath reassured his brother. No Kethral snapped, I mean all that bard nonsense. Oh. Seen separately, whizz could easily mistake one brother for the other. Both had the same golden brown coat, but where Kethral was square built and powerfu l, Rajath had a sensitive, slender grace. Ever since that assault on his initial voyage all he talks about is becoming a bard. A bard of all things Before then he couldnt wait to be a fisher. Having a ship snap in devil under your feet is enough to unnerve anyone, Rajath pointed out as Sekra, his bride of less than two months joined them on their vigil. Give Kiauch time. Hell come around. Hed better, the elder OsLiath grumbled. Long ago, he had promised his first born to Vestiya, and the Lady of the Sea had no tolerance for oath breakers. Sekra smiled as she watched her nephew. Being new to the family, she saw what the others seemed to overlook. Despite their outward differences, her brother-in-law and his son were practically identical. Once either one of them got an idea in his head there was no dissuading him. Sekra very much doubted that Kiauch ever would come around. Sekra gasped as a great wave buffeted her nephews skiff. I dont know, she said as Kiauch nosed into it and, as ide from a acceptable dousing, managed to keep his boat afloat. Look at the way hes sporting on the waves that doesnt look like fear to me. Hmm, Kethral rumbled deep in his throat. Ah, Sekras right. Kiauch is no more afraid(p) of the sea than he is of breathing.