"It's so boring…" Cassian said, lounging lazily on the masthead. Lumine sat between his legs, her back resting against him, both of them wrapped in a single warm coat to shield against the chilly ocean winds.
With each passing day, the weather grew colder—especially at night, when it was almost bone-chilling.
And it was only going to get worse. The Magic Empire was known to be even colder than Magisteria during peak winters, so the closer they got to their destination, the harsher it would become.
It had already been a few days since they last saw any land—nothing but an endless stretch of blue abyss, as Cassian liked to call it. It was dull, uneventful… nothing ever seemed to happen.
"Isn't that for the best?" Lumine asked, closing her book before adding, "You don't want to get dragged into a fight with pirates… or worse, stuck in a storm…"
