The Curious Leaf: Voyage to the Sea 005

TCL#2 Cover“Where I come from, people help each other because it is the right thing to do, not because there is payment involved.”

“How little you know of the mortals you lived among,” Hearthorne said.

Kya shook her head. “I saw for myself, the many times my keeper helped those who came knocking and had nothing to pay her with.”

“You’re thinking too small,” Hearthorne said. “Even the mortals are wise enough to do what they can to keep the balance of their Realm from tipping too far one way or the other. There are plenty of despots and kings, plenty who harm without thinking or those who find joy in it. The mortals like your keeper are simply evening out the balance. Just because she took no reward doesn’t mean there was no debt left to be paid.”

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The Curious Leaf: Voyage to the Sea 004

TCL#2 CoverThe sight made Kya want to run and scream, cry and rage, hide and forget. Instead, she took a tentative step forward.

Then another.

And another.

“May I?” she asked, holding out her hand. Though she had been a flower of repute so small that she’d only mattered to her keeper, the greenlife and knowing was stored deep within her roots—for all that she’d left them behind for a pair of wings and a beautiful ship.

The sea gave Kya a wary look, a wounded creature that would bite the hand trying to mend and heal, like as not. But she couldn’t think of teeth right now—no matter how fierce or sharp. All she could focus on was the pain of the sea’s wound.

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The Curious Leaf: Voyage to the Sea 003

TCL#2 CoverKya and Hearthorne gasped as though they’d been swallowed by the waves after all. The woman’s voice was a tidal wave of sound and music, with the roar of the waters and the swell of the currents flowing at the edge.

“He-hello,” Kya said. She sat on the deck with a sodden plop before her legs could give out beneath her.

“Hidden One,” Hearthorne said in a strained voice as she bowed. She shot Kya a look that was both dismayed and exhilarated, and shook her head slightly in warning.

Kya gulped and nodded. It hardly mattered whether the woman standing before them with hair and skirts streaming out behind her in watery waves meant to harm them or not—not when her very presence came so very near to crushing them all.

“You are the one whom the moon favors,” the woman said, gesturing to the waterlogged petals Kya had forgotten she’d been clenching in her fist.

“I am on an errand for the moon dragon,” Kya said. While she might have earned the white queen’s favor, the dark queen was another matter entirely, and she couldn’t be sure. And something about the woman warned her against speaking a lie—even if on accident.

The woman nodded as she thought, the waters composing her body swirling and in constant dizzying motion. “I have spoken to my sister and she speaks highly of you. She believes you must be worthy if the dragon parted with his most precious of treasures.”

Kya frowned. What the woman said was the truth, but it didn’t feel like it. Honor was cold and distant, hardly akin to the friendly fire in the moon dragon’s eyes once it had decided not to eat them.

Hearthorne’s petals trembled, and she smoothed them with her leaves. Then, turning the blue bud of her face to the woman, she asked, “Have we done aught to offend you?”

“Offend me? Of course not. I hardly know of you, and believe me, if you had done aught against me or mine, I would have known of it.” She gave them a smile that was all sharp, ragged teeth—no less frightening for being made entirely of water.

“Then why have you tried to destroy our ship?” Kya asked, finding the smallest seed of courage hiding in her heart. If the sea was going to drown them all, she wanted to know why.

The woman blinked at them, bewildered. “I have not tried to destroy anything. If I had, your ship would be little more than bits of flotsam that would be returned to the shore as per the treaty.”

Hearthorne pursed her lips, a bit of her old spark coming back. “And yet you called up this storm. Don’t deny it, for your word was on every breath of the wind, and it was you who drenched us, not the ordinary clouds.”

“I tried calling to you many times,” the woman sighed, her shoulders slumping just enough to take the edge off the danger radiating from her. “But you didn’t hear. Didn’t respond. So I called louder.”

“You have our attention now,” Kya said. She pressed her lips together against the surge of temper she longed to hurl at the woman. All the fear and anguish, every dent of her ship, every tear in her mast. She took a deep breath and tried to swallow back the rills of relief and fury crackling through her, for just because the woman no longer looked dangerous didn’t mean she couldn’t still sink the ship and all her crew should she wish to.

“Any louder, and we would have been beyond giving you aid,” Hearthorne said, shaking the sea water from her petals.

“Sometimes I forget how . . . fragile those from air and earth tend to be,” the woman said, lowering her watery lashes and frowning. “But it hurts so terribly . . .”

She held up her hand, and for the first time, Kya noticed the silver chain wrapped around the woman’s wrist and trailing off into the waters. Though the woman was made of water, the chains cut deep enough that the water swirling about them was of a bluer hue than the other water, and—impossibly—brought to mind the image of blood.

“Who could shackle the sea?” Hearthorne whistled her amazement.

. . . TO BE CONTINUED . . .

© 2014 by Danyelle Leafty. All rights reserved.

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The Curious Leaf: Voyage to the Sea 002

TCL#2 CoverKya watched with horror. Her wings were soaked, and even if she could fly, they would become little more than tatters of color streaming out from her back in a storm such as this.

She reached out as a streak of silver went tumbling past her, and managed to catch hold of it before Hearthorne fell away. She cradled the bowl to her chest and looked desperately for a place to wait out the storm. Now that she wasn’t holding on to anything, she fell and tumbled with the motions of the ship and the storm until Kya wasn’t sure which way was up or down.

Eventually, she made it to the small hatch on the deck. The door had come open, and was straining at its hinges as it flapped in the wind. Clutching Hearthorne, Kya half fell, half climbed her way down the ladder.

Water boiled up to her calves when she splashed to the bottom, and she wrinkled her nose against the stench of the saltwater.

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