It was now late night and would soon be morning. Pio sat on the deck once again, watching the waves break and flow down upon themselves. The companions slept peacefully in their cabins, no troubling dreams. Except for Mithadan. He was awake, she could tell and his thoughts appeared uneasy, troubled by something. She delved no further than that surface feeling, allowing him his privacy.
He hadn't come to supper that evening. And she had written it off as other concerns needing his attention. She had sent Daisy to his room with a small plate of food and a glass of wine, thinking that when he was ready he would come to her.
But she had seen no sign of him, and now she thought to go below to speak with him.
The splashing of water, and a familiar voice called to her. 'Pio! Are you there?'
Levanto raised up and beckoned for her to come down to him. 'I have much to tell you!' he said, eyes gleaming. 'Come down! And bring the Mithadan, he will want to hear what the elders have found out for us.'
She hurried down the steps, making her way quickly to his cabin door. She rapped on it lightly, keeping her voice low. 'Mithadan, come up on deck! Levanto has returned and wishes to speak with both of us.' She stood a moment, waiting, but heard no answer. 'I will await you in the skiff, then.'
Her retreating footsteps echoed softly down the hall.
[ September 19, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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