The darkened cabin aboard the Green Siren absorbed her outburst, and quiet returned. Japheth had moved too far for her dream to follow. Just when he needed her most! With Nogah killed, how would he ever find what he looked for? How would he ever find his way back out again? He could retreat to his castle�but there he risked dying at the hand of a Feywild witch with murder in her heart. If he didn’t kill himself first with his tin of traveler’s dust. Think, she commanded herself. Panic won’t help, girl. Easy enough said, hard to follow through. But she attempted to calm her breathing. She concentrated on the sound of her too fast heart. She willed it quieter, until she could no longer hear it beating in her ears. Her body was too far from the island’s center. How could she get it closer without risking detection? Did it matter anymore? With Nogah dead, perhaps the great kraken already knew the ship lay at anchor off the seamount’s coast. Slimy kuo-toa swimmers and the ink-trailing aerial sentinels could be turning their attention this way even as she imagined the possibility.
