Where the Sea Meets the Soul

Previously

…She understood. She did not question. She did not recoil. Instead, a slow smile spread across her face, a smile that held a dawning understanding, a quiet acceptance. She looked up, her gaze seeming to pierce the surface, to see me in the depths. And then, with a deliberate movement, she began to tie a new knot, her own fingers mimicking the intricate, impossibly strong weave I had left for her. The pattern was no longer just mine. It was ours. And as Borin’s men crept closer, their intentions dark and greedy, they would find that the sea, and the woman who had earned its favor, was far more formidable than they could ever imagine. The tide was turning, and it was turning for Elara.