The ship stalled beside the Lady’s Island as a carillon announced the priestesses’ midday meal. Eyeing the limp sails and glass-like water, Caeradin gave a petulant sigh and slumped over the railing. “You’d think they’d send us a little wind,” he griped, glaring at the emerald towers.
Haera crossed her arms and watched a white-robed priestess cross the tiled courtyard by the water’s edge. The woman did not look in their direction. “They want a favor.”
“What?” Caerdin straightened, brow furrowed.
“Why else would the wind die? The Sisters seek our service. Mail delivery most likely. Look, a scull.”
Written for The Prediction, Shepherdess is an ongoing epic fantasy flash fiction story featuring Haera, a warrior who put her bloody past behind her. When her old crew comes calling, she finds herself back where it all started. This week’s challenge words were carillon, mail, and petulant.