Arcia smiles as the sea sprays a short spout of water onto his face. He squints slightly, the sun reflecting brightly from the waters. He tightens his arm around Maia's waist as the small isle of Vanima begins to creep over the horizon. He exhales his thoughts, barely audible.
"Tol Vanima...."
A boat slowly draws closer to Vanima...
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