Something was wrong.
Without knowing how or why, Ualda was utterly certain of that fact as she blinked the last of the sleep from her eyes, squinting in the dimness of the ship’s quarters. Beyond the wooden walls, creaking in an all too familiar fashion, water slapped the side of the ship in an unsteady beat. Her meager belongings were secured at her side, and above she could hear no shouts or priming of weapons that suggested they were under attack. Yet still, the mare was unable to shake the sensation that something in the world was well and truly wrong.
The familiar, grounding presence that prevailed in her chest, through her very bones, felt as though it was absent that day. In its place, something altogether foreign seemed to have formed, tugging at her soul in a peculiar way. Unlike the steadiness of the blessing Kaia had bestowed on her all those months ago, this magic seemed to be ever shifting, as though unable, or simply unwilling, to remain trapped within the ve