Bra'anath paced the deck of his ship, visibly restraining himself from asking Adric how long until the ship from Talishara would arrive. When it did, he was one of the first to cross, contrary to protocol -- but to the amusement of most of the crew of his ship, "The Guide". The objects didn't look like much: a large piece of scaly hide which looked poorly tanned, and several dried shapes, resembling last year's vegetables more than anything else. But one look at the grins of the Taletemke'Shylni accompanying them was enough to assure him that they were real ... and that the divinations would work. Bra'anath's answering smile was relieved and eager. "How soon until you know?" is all he asked. "Just three days." The ships sailed together, approaching the Straits of Anorurr. The Guide, Bra'anath, worked as hard as any to be sure his ship was in shape for a long voyage, and spent much time on the other ship, "Foam," preparing it as well... at least until the fumes of the sages' divinations drove him off. "It is far to the south," were the first words of the Sage when he finally emerged on his students' arms. "Not far from where Nelemni city was." All those listening were silent for a moment at the thought of returning to their original homeland... and at the magnitude of such an expedition. "The Goddesses will it," were Bra'anath's words. "Send several ships. I would be neglecting my duties if I went myself, but you should go as soon as possible. I'd strongly suggest you bring ships from each fleet, as well." His eyes flicked to the old man who had done the divination. "Are you up to it, Sor'ack'anat? By the time you could get down there, storm season will have begun." He smiled at the diviner's nod of affirmation, and added, "I have a new blanket you will need more than I do. Take it." With those words, the reprovisioning began and the growing Fleet started towards the Straits. Once on the far side, they would begin a journey to sing of in the Tales of the Ka'Shari. "I suppose we should return to the Burcancy. Talk to the leader who promised us land, and make friends of this money-obsessed man." This message was sent through MyMail http://www.mymail.com.au ---------------------------------------------------------------- To unsubscribe, send mail to celandra-off@phoenyx.net.
