Chapter Twenty One

Amaris woke up to a sudden jolt of the ship. She looked around and was surprised to see some light streaming through the porthole. Since the first day she boarded this ship, she hadn't slept past sunrise. A little past the porthole Wind Tuner lay in his bunk sleeping on his stomach, wings enveloping him better than any blanket and breathing heavily through his mouth. Amaris smiled. He deserved some rest. After the huge effort he pulled to keep the ship hovering over the water for hours until Shark declared them far enough from the circle’s power that he could move the ship forward the rest of the way. Wind had used every last drop of his weaving power to save them. It would take weeks, maybe even months before he could so much as lift a leaf with his weaving again.