Amelia Thornheart Chapter Eighty-Seven: Departure II

You just had to go and do sothing ridiculous during your last hour here, didn't you?

Alia sighed against the carriage wall, imagining Serena berating her.

It hadn’t been her fault! Honest!

Well… maybe a little.

But, it wasn’t like she could help it! She had exceptional perception! If she focused, she could hear a pin drop from a kilotre away! How could she not hear the prayers and cries of all those who surrounded the basilica? There must have been more than a hundred thousand people there!

To be fair to Greatlord Oshiro, he had held up his side of the agreent. Alia had stipulated that at least half of the recipients of her healing must co from the lower rungs of society. She simply refused to be a saint who only used her magic for the affluent and noble.

So while the basilica building was initially full of wealthy, influential citizens and lords, the grounds outside were packed with citizens who were lucky enough to be chosen for healing. Their being outside wasn’t a huge problem, as once Alia had invoked the Divine Healing of Aseco for the privileged inside, the newly healed were taken out one side and the remaining groups were brought inside the building.

With each group, Cardinal Hiroshi would conduct a short sermon before stepping aside and allowing Alia to do her thing. With every cast, she felt an imnse satisfaction at seeing people touch their regrown horns and limbs. So, who had been unable to walk, were bouncing on their feet, while others simply reached up to the sky as if trying to grab sothing unseen.

But there was sothing that caused Alia’s heart to twist.

It was just… even as the allotted ti she had before the Vengeance was due to leave ca to an end and the basilica was filled the final ti, Alia could still hear countless, desperate prayers outside. The streets were packed with thousands upon thousands of demons.

From her eavesdropping, she discovered that while so were simply there to witness her golden light or Alia herself, many others had brought their sick and elderly family mbers, desperately hoping to receive so kind of assistance. These were those who were unlucky enough not to be chosen, but were still filled with enough determination and desperation to make their way near her.

They muttered reassuring prayers to themselves, not just to the Moons and the Empress, but also to Alia. Despite their situation, they prayed for her good fortune and health. And… as much as Alia didn’t like to experience this kind of worship, she was moved by it.

So, it really wasn’t her fault, okay!?

She just got a little emotional during her last cast and put a little bit too much aether in her final formation. Honestly, she didn’t see why Greatlord Oshiro glared at her so much! It wasn’t as if she Spoke Aseco and cast a sixth-circle spell, was it? Sure, her golden light breached the confines of the basilica, and sure, it then spread over a radius of a few hundred tres, healing all those who needed it but weren’t lucky enough to be chosen.

But that was just an accident, so he could glare all he wanted, Alia wasn’t having it!

And by that, she ant the mont she’d seen Greatlord Oshiro start to move towards her with narrowed eyes and a dark expression, she’d darted out of the building, into the waiting carriage of House Halen and ordered the carriage drivers to drive. It wasn’t until they were well underway to the docks that Alia breathed a sigh of relief and changed into her more comfortable travel clothes, removing the white ribbons that they’d insisted on her wearing.

It turned out that, as well as being ridiculously cute, she was also a master of escape!

Although now she thought about it, when she exited the building, there was a flurry of flashes as photographers operated their water-cooled crystal caras. Without a doubt, her marvellous escape had been captured on more than one piece of film. Hopefully, there wouldn’t be any embarrassing photos of her in tomorrow’s broadsheet.

Ah, Serena wouldn’t complain too much, would she? Even if she did, Alia knew a few tricks with her hands to calm her down! Besides, her girlfriend would be especially happy once she saw one of the many presents Alia had gotten her!

Once they arrived at the docks, Alia thanked the carriage driver, as well as the nurous guards who accompanied her throughout the morning. She collected her bags and, refusing any offers of help, strode to the gates. There, a guard introduced himself and showed her to the Vengeance’s bay.

For so reason, the man kept stealing glances at her with reddened cheeks.

Thanking him, Alia began to board the Vengeance only to find herself stopped by a familiar face.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Dagon intoned, looking down at her.

He stood on the gangway, between her and the ship. With his folded arms and nearly seven-foot-tall body, Dagon was an imposing figure. Alia thought the neat uniform on top of his marbled skin and muscular body looked a little comical, however. She would never tell him this, of course.

“Uh, up there?” Alia answered. “To my quarters? To put my stuff there?” She jostled her bag, giving Dagon a look. “What’s the problem?”

“Civilians can’t just bring random bags onboard,” Dagon replied, clicking his fingers. “Give them here, I need to search them.”

“N-no!” Alia hugged her bags. “You can’t!”

“I can’t?” Dagon said, his eyes narrowing. “Why not?”

“Because they’re presents!” Alia exclaid, tapping the bag. “For Christmas!”

“Well, I won’t spoil the Captain’s gifts,” Dagon said, “but I still have to–”

“It’s not just for her!” Alia shuffled her feet. “I got you a present as well! And…” Alia opened her eyes, blinking innocently at the towering demon. “Tos and the other officers…”

“You… got a present?” Dagon asked slowly.

“Mmm!” Alia nodded. “So you can’t look!”

“W-well…” Dagon scratched his cheek, looking awkward.

A gruff, masculine voice filled the air. “Hmm… you needn’t worry, First Officer Dahlberg. The ship is happy to see you again, young Lady Thornheart,” Anathor’s voice sounded from behind Dagon. “She wouldn’t be able to board if she were a threat.”

“I suppose not,” Dagon said with a sigh. “Well, ship ain’t done us dirty yet, has it? Co on then, I’ll take you to the Captain. Let hold your bags for you.” He reached out with a hand.

Alia shook her head. “I got it!” she said. “You just want an excuse to find your present, don’t you!? Co on! Captain’s waiting!” Ignoring the noises of exasperation from Dagon, she cheerfully strode past and up the gangway.

As she did, she spooled up her aether, flicking her perception into the Shimr and looking at the ship.

“Whoa,” she muttered.

In the sepia-coloured layer of reality, the Vengeance stood out. Flowing in and around its hull were thousands of silk-like bands of magic. They were coloured in vibrant hues of ochure, the eighth colour of the rainbow, and wrapped every inch of the ship. Whether it was the turrets on deck or the aetherscopes at the top and bottom of the Vengeance’s superstructure, the silk-like ribbons flowed through them.

Passing through a door into the ship itself, Alia saw that the bands saturated the inside walls, ceiling, and floor as well. They danced and twisted, never staying still for a mont. Sotis, they rged into larger bands or split into many small ones, turning and flowing in different directions. The ribbons behaved with chaotic purpose and seed to flow as if they were both liquid and gas at the sa ti.

Alia brushed a hand along the side of the wall, feeling nothing other than tal. Suddenly, the ochure ribbons twisted and pulsated. They brightened and darkened exactly in ti with the voice speaking to her.

“Welco back to the Vengeance, Lady Thornheart,” Anathor grumbled. The ribbons pulsated as he continued, “The ship’s missed you.”

Were these ribbons… Anathor himself?

“Hello, Anathor,” Alia said, forcing her voice to stay cheerful. “I found a book about the Formless in the academy’s library! I have loads of questions I wanted to ask you, if that’s okay?”

“Hmm…” ca the pulsating reply. “We’re very private, Lady Thornheart. But…” Anathor was quiet for a mont. “But if it’s you, then maybe I could answer a few…”

“Mmm! Thank you!” Alia said, flicking her perception away from the Shimr. It was simply too distracting to see those brilliant ribbons fill every part of her vision. Should she ask Anathor about it? Would he be offended? If that was his body, then how did he think? How did he store mories? Was the entire ship his brain?

It was all too mysterious!

They passed by the officers' quarters, where Alia looked into a room to see Tos detailing so information regarding the duties of the ship to the newly-commissioned officers.

“Hello!” Alia chirped, bouncing into the room.

“Lord-Prospect,” Daichi and Hinako intoned respectfully, touching their horns.

l bowed slightly, her mouth forming into a small smile. “Lord-Prospect,” she said.

The twins’ eyes widened as they waved. “Lord-Prospect!” they exclaid in unison.

“Hello, Tos,” Alia said, grinning towards the spectacled demon.

“Lord-Prospect,” he replied. “What brings you here?”

“Just passing through,” Alia explained. She tapped her bags and nodded her head towards Dagon behind her. “Bringing my stuff onboard. Make sure to co visit when you’ve got free ti!”

“Oh?” l asked. “Where’s your room?”

“I’m staying with Serena!” Alia said happily. “I an, I’m staying with the captain,” she clarified.

For so reason, l quickly looked away. “O-of course,” l mumbled. “I should have known…”

Was it Alia’s imagination or did l’s cheeks redden?

Well, never mind!

“Don’t forget to co to for any healing!” Alia said, looking around. “Where’s Aiden, I an, Officer Adachi?”

“He’s on the bridge. I’m sure you can catch up with him soon,” Tos inford her. He looked at his battle-brother, took off his spectacles and began cleaning them. “How much trouble is she going to give us this ti, Dagon?”

“Hmm…” Dagon rubbed his chin. “All Seven Hells and a special human-sized eighth hell just for us, I reckon. Ain’t that right, Tos?” He glanced towards Alia, the corner of his mouth curling into a smirk.

“Damn right,” Tos mumbled.

“See what I have to deal with!?” Alia complained to her friends. She only got sheepish looks of support in response. She turned to Dagon, trying to give him her best glare. “Eighth hell, my arse! I bet you’re still upset I keep winning at cards, aren’t you!?”

“No one’s that lucky…” Dagon mumbled.

“I am!” Alia jabbed her thumb towards herself. “I’m the luckiest human alive!”

She really was!

“Well,” Tos said. “Go be lucky sowhere else. I have a long list to go through with this lot and it’s not getting any shorter with you standing around and chatting.”

“Okay!” Alia gave the room a polite bow. “See you at lunch!”

Dagon led her away and through the ship’s corridors. Soon, they arrived outside Serena’s door. Dagon knocked politely. Before he could speak, Alia heard Serena tell soone to get the door. A few footsteps sounded and the door opened, revealing a stressed-looking woman with neat, straight horns and red hair.

Another Northerner!

The woman looked at Alia, her eyes slowly widening. Then she glanced at Dagon only to look back at Alia as her eyes widened even further. “A… human?” the Northerner questioned, her forehead furrowing in confusion. “But your eyes…?”

“Co in,” Serena said, waving Alia in. “Thank you, Dagon. Go and make sure the bridge is running smoothly. Dismissed.”

“Aye aye, Captain,” Dagon saluted quickly before closing the door and walking away.

As Dagon’s footsteps beca faint, Alia beca conscious of the awkward silence lingering in the air between her and the mysterious Northerner. Judging by her uniform, she was an officer. She didn’t seem to be newly commissioned. Her posture gave away so years of experience, and her aura was more refined than most students. As Alia examined her, the Northerner examined her back. Suddenly, the demon’s mouth opened in shock as the woman said, “You’re that human!” She turned towards Serena. “She’s that human! The Lord-Prospect! What-”

“Stop gawking,” Serena said, clicking her tongue. She raised a hand, gesturing. “Alia, et Officer Finella Bright. She’ll be in charge of the new squad. She’s returning to duty onboard the Vengeance after taking ti to develop her aura. Finella, et Lord-Prospect Alia Thornheart. She’ll be acting as a civilian advisor, offering her expertise in magic during our deploynt.”

The demon called Finella blinked twice, looking between Alia and Serena. “By magic, do you an..?”

“Healing? Yes. Haven’t you read the broadsheets?”

“Sure, but seeing her is sothing else. Is she really…?”

“A Speaker? She is.”

“Amazing!” Finella’s eyes suddenly sparkled. The Northerner turned to Alia, examining her closely. “And she’s so pretty! How old are you!?”

“Twenty-five!” Alia answered, already deciding she liked this woman. She even glanced at her in the Shimr, just to make sure she wasn’t going to have another surprise.

“No way!” Finella shook her head. “That’s too young! It must be a trick, right?” Finella glanced towards Serena. “A glamour?”

“Nope!” Alia grinned. “I’m just that adorable!” She puffed out her cheeks to emphasise her point.

“A-Anathor!” Finella called. “Is she speaking the truth? Is she really only twenty-five?”

“Hmm…” ca the coarse reply. “Lady Thornheart speaks true.”

“A human Speaker at twenty-five!” Finella shook her head. “Aseco is your Word, right?” Seeing Alia nod, Finella turned to Serena. “What about the Human Church? Even if she’s a Lord-Prospect, won’t the Vatican try sothing?”

“It’s being handled,” Serena explained. “Don’t probe into her background too much; so information is confidential. Know that Alia’s healing talents were developed independently and not in the Golden Cathedral. They have no claim to her.”

“Whoa, Aseco actually communed with soone outside of Christdom’s clutches…” Finella looked appraisingly at Alia. “You must have spent a lot of ti in Centralis. Your accent is perfect!”

“Heh…” Alia rubbed her nose.

“And her eyes?” Finella asked. “I thought the reports were exaggerating, but you really do have the eyes of a demon! A noble colour! How did that happen? Were you born with it?”

“Nah,” Alia shook her head. “Side effect of so magic!”

“That’s a lot to take in…” Finella smiled uneasily. “I don’t an to imply anything, as you’ve been sanctioned as a Lord-Prospect already, but what’s your opinion on this conflict? What?” Finella looked at Serena, shrugging. “I have to ask!”

“It's okay!” Alia made her best let’s-be-friends smile and chirped, “I like demons!” Alia then repeated one of her most reliable lines. “I like your horns! They’re so pretty!”

Her well-tid complint caused Finella’s cheeks to heat up visibly.

Goodness, she was making everyone blush today, wasn’t she?

“Don’t worry about Alia’s allegiance, Finella,” Serena said with a sigh. “Both I, Greatlord Oshiro and even his Lord Superiors are confident. Intelligence has gone through everything with a fine-tooth comb. Alia…” Serena turned to her. “Put your bags away and make us all so coffee, please,” Serena said.

“Mmm!” Alia skipped across the room, darting into Serena’s quarters. As she stacked her bags against one of the walls, she heard Finella question Serena.

“You’re sharing a room?” Finella whispered.

“Is there a point to your question?” Alia heard Serena answer.

“I an… are you two…?”

“Stop asking unnecessary questions.”

“So you are. I thought-”

“Finella.”

“Yes?”

“Shut up.”

“Y-yes, Captain!”

Alia humd as she returned and began grinding so beans in a small coffee grinder. Even before the inclusion of hot water, the fragrance of the dry beans tickled everyone's heightened senses.

“I hesitate even to ask…” Finella muttered in disbelief. “That sll… I’m not deceived… are those… Jimari beans?” Her voice cracked at the end, tinged with pure, undiluted hope.

“Yup!” Alia said cheerfully. “I bought an entire sack of them in Kenhoro! You’re welco to so if you want!”

“No way!” Finella exclaid, her pupils growing. “Are you the Empress in disguise? Coming here to reward for my dutiful service!?”

Alia laughed for more than one reason.

“Seven Hells,” Serena said, chastising the almost-drooling Northerner. “You look like a peeka that’s spotted a mouse.” Serena smiled, her eyes watching Alia pour hot water over the ground beans. “If you do your duty well, I’m sure Alia will be inclined to share more Jimari coffee with you.”

As the intense fragrance from the hot coffee saturated the room, Finella looked like she might cry with happiness. She took one hesitant step towards the coffee, and then another. “In the light of the ever-watchful Blue Moon, and as a servant of the Overlord of Overlords,” she began. “I vow, if you want to run into shellfire, I will. If you want to crawl over broken glass, I will. I’ll fight, protect, defend, or do whatever else you order, as long as you feed Jimari coffee.”

“Christ, you haven’t changed a bit. Why do I suspect not even your graduation oaths were said with such conviction?” Serena asked dryly. “It’s just coffee, Finella.”

“The military runs on coffee,” Finella replied, watching Alia strain the black liquid into three cups. “The Empire runs on coffee. Coffee makes the world turn! Please, Lord-Prospect!” Finella reached her arms out in desperation.

Alia considered teasing the coffee-fanatic, but decided to be kind. She passed the desperate demon a steaming cup and warned, “Careful! It’s too hot to drink fast!”

“That’s what aura is for!” Finella responded, flaring her red aura and taking a large sip. “Ah…” she moaned. “I’ve died and gone to heaven!”

Serena clicked her tongue. “I’d forgotten you were an idiot, Officer Bright.”

“Mmm,” humd Finella happily, taking another sip.

Alia handed Serena her cup and then sat down and took a sip, savouring the bitter taste that exploded in her mouth, fading into a nutty aftertaste. For a minute, the three of them sat silently, bonding over a quiet appreciation of the drink.

“How did your event go?” Serena suddenly asked.

Ah.

“Well…” Alia began tentatively. “It started well, but I got a little emotional during the end, you know? Hearing all those who wanted to be healed but couldn’t get a placent… so I-”

“Nevermind,” Serena interrupted. “I’ve decided it’s best for my sanity not to know.” Her girlfriend took another sip of the coffee, her eyes twinkling with amusent. “Tell another ti.”

“How much…” Finella began before trailing off. The Northerner had finished her cup, now looking at the lack of black-liquid like a dejected puppy that hoped more would magically reappear. “How many Jimari beans do you have, Lord-Prospect?”

“Umm…” Alia placed a finger on her chin. “I bought a twenty-kilogram sack, so-”

“Twenty kilograms!?” Finella spluttered. “I’ve been blessed,” she muttered. “A great blessing has co my way, for all my suffering. Yes, my prayers must have been answered…” Finella continued to mutter nonsense.

“You’ll be able to buy so yourself,” Serena said pointedly. “We’re departing to the Southern Terra Firma imminently.”

Alia’s eyes widened. The South! Wasn’t that where Dagon and Tos were from? She’d heard the stories; an endless stretch of red sand that no ship could sail over! You had to walk or ride one of the native fauna to travel! During the day, it could beco so hot you would shrivel up in minutes, and at night it was so cold you could freeze to death just as fast! Alia had seen photographs of the famous Dectus Lines – enormous geoglyphs depicting alien creatures carved into the rock thousands of years ago! She’d also heard of-

“Taking the Southern Passage?” Finella asked, interrupting Alia’s excitent.

“That’s right.”

“That’s pirate territory now,” Finella replied. “My last superior had good connections. Apparently, it’s worse than the broadsheets are letting on.”

“No matter,” Serena said, tapping the desk. “I doubt they’ll risk attacking the Vengeance. They have nothing to gain and everything to lose. Even so, we’re set to et another light cruiser during the trip. A ship called the Indefatigable, headed by Captain Matthews. Heard of him?”

“No.” Finella shook her head. “Sounds like a Centralis ship. What class?”

“Orb-class. The Indefatigable has been patrolling the Southern Passage along with a frigate acting as a supply ship. A Wark-class. No pirate will dare attack a convoy flying Imperial colours.”

“They might not need to,” Finella said, running her finger around the rim of her cup. “The passage has been more precarious in recent years, with or without the pirates. The Shattered Isles have been spitting out more debris, and the weather system has been complicating matters. It’s been interacting with the Southern Rift, causing tornadoes ten to fifteen klicks high to form. Not just one or two. I’ve heard reports of ships having to navigate through dozens of them like a maze. If it’s bad, it’s not unlikely our convoy would be separated and beco easy pickings. Going to be hard to shoot back if we’re in an uncontrolled spin. Can’t we go Centralis way?”

“Intelligence wants us there as soon as possible,” Serena answered. “When you’re not leading the squad, I want you on Sensors. Your experience will be important. You’ll be working alongside Officer Adachi. He’s our contact to the big-horns. With you monitoring the aetherfield, I feel confident we can navigate safely.” Serena smiled. “I’d rather not bump into a slumbering Rhaknam, after all.”

“Will we see him!?” Alia asked excitedly. She’d heard countless stories of this two-kilotre-long arcwhale that was apparently so powerful that not only could he rival an Overlord, but other arcwhales could Speak his na to invoke his power! It was sothing that hadn’t been present in the ga, and sothing she was desperate to explore further!

“If we do, we'd better start praying,” Finella replied. “But I doubt it. Visibility isn’t good around the Shattered Isles, and Rhaknam slumbers in the densest part. He only pops out once a century or so to destroy a city or nation that’s stupid enough to hunt his kin. Although…” Finella leaned forward, her voice excited. “I heard a rumour from my commanding officer last year. An aetherscope south of Yan swears they picked up movent. So who knows,” Finella shrugged. “He might be waking up.”

“Hmm…” Anathor’s gruff voice ca from the stuffed moose head. “Are the tornadoes bombarding the continent?”

“Not that I’ve heard,” Finella answered, looking at Anathor's glowing eyes.

“Then he isn’t waking into anger,” Anathor grumbled. “Lord Rhaknam, Master of the Sky, always moves with purpose. Either way, you must treat him with the greatest respect if you ever et him. He has done much for the Known World.”

“Oh?” Finella raised an eyebrow. “And what nature of service has he done?”

“Hmm… It’s not for to share specifics.”

“Oh, Anathor,” Finella smiled. “There you go being all mysterious again. You haven’t changed one bit!” She turned to Serena. “So, assuming we survive the Southern Passage, where in the South are we making land? Surely you’re not taking us to Ishaq?”

“Ishaq?” Alia questioned.

“Ishaq,” Serena repeated. “After that, Intelligence will give us further orders. If anyone else asks, we’re on a training deploynt for new recruits. We have all the paperwork sorted.”

“We’re going to have to keep a tight leash on the n,” Finella replied with a grin. “Ships always lose so crew after docking in Ishaq.”

“Mmm,” Serena humd.

Alia blinked. “Why?” she asked.

Finella laughed softly. “Ishaq has an… interesting culture. It’s very different from the Centralis you’re used to, or…” Finella glanced towards Serena. “The East the captain’s used to. Let’s just say there are certain temptations that make n want to abandon everything and stay there.”

“Oh… Oh!” Alia exclaid, feeling herself blush.

“It’s not just that,” Serena added. “Ishaq is a free city. It’s had a level of autonomy granted to it for over five hundred years now. It’s not governed under the Cascadian system of lordship. While Cascadian law technically applies to it, it’s rarely exercised within the city's boundaries. So don’t go around trying to fine anyone if they’re rude to you.”

“R-right,” Alia answered, nodding. “So, is that why it’s called a free city? Because it hasn’t got a ruling lord?”

“No,” Serena shook her head. “It’s called a free city because it’s exempt from Empire taxes. Not even the Southern Overlord taxes them. Another reason why so people prefer to stay there. Although, I doubt any of my crew will be stupid enough to desert their posts. Anathor…” Serena eyed the red-eyed moose. “Tell Dagon to rember to remind the crew of the penalty for desertion before we arrive.”

“Aye, Captain,” Anathor replied. “Speaking of, First Officer Dahlberg has just requested your presence on the bridge. We’re all green for departure.”

“Excellent.” Serena stood up. “Co on, both of you. Including you, Alia.”

“You’re taking to the bridge!?” Alia exclaid.

“I want you at least sowhat familiar with the environnt,” Serena explained. “So if I need you there to perform so magic in an ergency, you can do so.”

“Understood!” Alia replied happily. Normally, she would read in Serena’s quarters or relax in Tos’s office. Now Serena trusted her enough to introduce her to the heart of the ship’s operation! Although it was small, in that mont, Alia felt like she’d grown even closer to her girlfriend!

Alia followed Serena and Finella to the bridge. Stepping through the door, she was greeted with a room of tal and glass, rimd with desks and demons.

“Captain on deck!” barked Dagon, prompting everyone in the room to scramble up and salute Serena. A few of them narrowed their eyes at Alia, but it was a look of confusion rather than suspicion or hostility. After all, her healing powers had earned her enough respect by now.

“At ease,” Serena commanded.

Alia could tell her girlfriend had suppressed her authentic big-softy self and was now in full-on captain mode. Sohow, knowing what she was really like made her captain mode seem sohow adorable.

“Chief Engineer!” Serena called out.

“All green, Captain!” the older demon called Allston shouted. Unlike the neat uniforms of everyone else, Allston always had stains on his, but no one ever called him out on it. “She’s ready to purr, Captain!” Allston added.

“Sensors!”

“Calibration finished, Captain! We’re all green!” the sensors officer shouted. Next to him, Aiden stood tall. Judging by the stripes on Aiden’s shoulders, he’d been given a promotion recently. Since he was their go-between with Intelligence, perhaps they promoted him above most of the other Officers to ensure they listened to him?

Alia gave him a wink and got one in return.

“Weapons!”

“Green across the board!” the officer called Thorne shouted. “We’ve got enough firepower here to take on the Republic all over again!” he finished, to a few laughs.

“Navigation!”

“All green, she’s responding like she’s new, Captain!” the navigation officer called out.

“Communications! What’s the dockmaster saying?”

“We’ve got the all clear, Captain!” the communications officer responded. “They wish us good winds and clear skies!”

“Good,” Serena said with a nod. “Officer Bright!”

“Yes, Captain!?” Finella jumped to attention.

“That’s Officer Adachi.” Serena pointed across the room. “Go get acquainted. Go slowly, I’m sure you’ll see a few familiar faces on your way.”

“Yes, Captain! Thank you, Captain!” Finella strode across the room, shaking a few hands as she went and sharing short words before settling in next to Aiden. Judging from peoples’ reactions, Finella was well-liked.

“We’ve got so greenhorns onboard,” Serena said to the room. “Try not to eat them too quickly!” Titters erupted around the room. “They’re young, but I’ve personally picked them myself. Believe , their auras and magical talents are worth a thousand soldiers! Will you help mold them into proper officers!?”

“Yes, Captain!” ca a chorus of replies.

“Excellent,” Serena mused. “Well then, there’s only one thing left to do. Helmsman! Let’s get her purring!”

“Aye aye, Captain!” the helmsman responded, adjusting one of his levers. “What’s our heading?”

“South, south-east,” Serena said.

“South, south-east, aye, Captain,” the helmsman affird.

It began slowly, with a gentle rumbling from deep within the ship. Then, it grew with intensity into rapid, rhythmic pulsations as the lift engine spooled up. Alia felt an odd sensation through her feet as the ship’s structure subtly groaned as it readjusted, no longer being held down by the force of gravity. A few seconds later, Alia felt the most minuscule feeling of her weight changing as the ship smoothly lifted off the keel-blocks and into the air.

If it weren’t for the view through the large windows rimming the bridge, she would have had a hard ti figuring out they were rising in the air.

Despite the technology of her old world that had allowed them to colonise the Solar System, they didn’t have anything like this. It was almost surreal to be inside a structure that must weigh thousands and thousands of tonnes, and have that structure lift itself through the air by exploding crystals that fell from the moons-that-weren’t-moons.

This world, and the magic inside it, was amazing.

Serena cleared her throat, bringing Alia’s attention back to the present. “Good winds and clear skies!” she shouted.

“Good winds and clear skies!” the crew responded in unison.

“Good winds and clear skies!” Serena shouted again.

“G-good winds and clear skies!” Alia couldn’t help but join in awkwardly. Serena turned her head slightly, giving her a small smile.

“Good winds and clear skies!” she roared.

“Good winds and clear skies!” Alia’s shout beca lost in the crescendo of everyone else's.

The helmsman skillfully operated his station, turning the ship to the heading Serena had given. As the propulsion engine spooled up, Serena turned to Alia with a smile.

“Are you ready to explore the Known World, with all its mysteries and unknowns?” she asked softly.

“Mmm!” Alia nodded her head enthusiastically.

She couldn’t stop herself from grinning with excitent.

“I can’t wait!”