Land came into view slowly.
Not rising.
But waiting.
The shoreline was darker than I expected.
Wood.
Stone.
Damp from air that never fully settles.
By the time we docked, the cold had already taken hold.
Not sharp.
Not sudden.
It had been arriving for days.
I had simply failed to notice when it stayed.
The first thing I did was not observe.
I bought warmth.
Thick layers.
Fur lining.
Rough stitching.
I did not choose carefully.
Only quickly.
The vendor did not try to sell.
He only handed me what I reached for.
That seemed enough here.
Sondre had not changed at all.
The same clothes.
The same stillness.
The cold did not seem to reach him.
I noticed.
I did not ask.
The port was active, though not in the same way as Tailwind.
There were no checks.
No calls for documentation.
Cargo moved.
People moved.
Quickly.
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