Aura felt uncertain about her future as the StarChaser hove towards the harbour. The channel entrance remained so narrow a navigator need thread it like cord through the finest of fish-netting needles.
She was not the same naïve who stowed away aboard a trading sloop all those years ago. Questing for spaces where a girlchild might learn to scribe.
She had learned more than a life-time of lessons; could she share her knowledge with others? Her brother’s missive said yes. Enow of the leaders dead to give her a thin chance. Hopefully less thin the opening into the harbour’s mouth.
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