The days passed gradually as the Voyage made its way along the southern coast and then up the east coast of Reloria. Fandri and Varl learned some sailors’ skills: climbing in the rigging to adjust the sails, and to the higher still crow’s nest lookout.
The weather was pleasant and the waves small, which was a relief to Fandri after his first experience at sea. He was also pleased there was no need for Nnarndam to use his magic with its unpredictable side effects. At the thought of the Grand Mage, he looked aloft to see the oversized bird with blue-tipped wings which circled the ship.
“How’s the weather up there, Mage?”
The answer was a series of tweets and chirps that Fandri deduced as happiness.