Birdie had watched the taming of Daisy with a jaundiced eye. She did not believe that the little cat could change her stripes so easily; it would take more than some practice with wooden swords before the skin-changer would trust her on this adventure. Sometimes, Birdie could have a rather unforgiving nature. She avoided the Halfling stowaway whenever she saw her.
Bird was on deck with Veritas, taking her turn at watch and helping with the wheel as the great ship rode the squall out. The wind was blowing steadily, sending rain into their faces and waves over the deck. Somewhere Bird heard a kettle clang as it bounced down the stairs, and worried if the galley had been secured properly before the storm.
It was a night for troubled sleep, and Bird wondered how this storm was effecting the dreams of her companions. Particularly Kali, who was more used to riding out storms below the sea rather than in a pitching, rolling, stuffy cabin.
And far, far away, Birdie could still hear the calls of the Dolphin-Folk, as they too rode out the storm.
[ July 22, 2002: Message edited by: Birdland ]
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