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- “The sirens mean to lure us to our death,” Elspeth reminded Ajani. “I don’t feel like dying today.”
- “They only have power to lure things in Thassa’s domain—so a ship upon the water is in extreme danger,” Ajani said. “But since we may find ourselves sailing shortly, a little protection is in order.”
- Ajani made no outward signs that he was casting a spell. But it was just seconds before Elspeth felt his magic sweeping over her like a beam of sunshine on a winter’s day. The siren perched on the mast screamed in annoyance. Sirens could sense the casting of magic, though not the specific nature of a spell.
- “That was as easy for you as snapping your fingers,” Elspeth said appreciatively. “Were little spells always so easy. So does that come with being an elder?”
- “An elder?” Ajani asked with mock offense. “Among my people, I’m considered in the prime of life.”
- ***
- Above the crashing of the waves, they heard the sirens begin their song. It was hauntingly beautiful, and despite Ajani’s spell, Elspeth could feel a tug of desire to draw closer to them. But Ajani placed his hand on her back, and she was overcome with a sense of well-being. Unaffected by the alluring melody, they stood on the very tip of Weeping Rock and gazed out at the tumultuous sea and the endless horizon.
- ***
- Godsend Part II, Chapter 12
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