Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-Seven - Peace For Our Time

Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-Seven - Peace For Our Time

Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-Seven - Peace For Our Time

Oaks signature was a bit wobbly, as was Wisps, but they seemed perfectly readable, especially since it was the first time either one ever wrote something.

Once the last signature was on the contract and Sebastien did a little magic to copy the contract onto a few other pages for distribution, the tension that had been filling the air evaporated like air squeaking out of a balloon.

Its done, I said.

Oak nodded. No more fighting, he said.

We all knew that we couldnt stay around for all that long, but we still took some time to shake hands and chat. Some of the younger dryads, probably sensing that things had calmed down, came out of the woods and poked at the lumberjacks like puppies meeting someone new.

I took Oak and Wisp and stepped aside a little, not so much for the privacy--there really wasnt much of that since we were all outside--but to be in a spot where interruptions wouldnt be as common. What do you think? I asked.

Oak took his time in answering. I think. This is good.

I nodded. I really hope it is, I said. Well be sending a copy of the contract to a friend of mine. They might be able to help if things go sideways, but I hope it doesnt come to that.

The big dryad nodded. I will tell the elders of this. Thank you, sister Broccoli.

I grinned. No problem! Youre a friend, Oak, even if we havent spent all that much time together.

The tree paused for a moment, then placed one of his hands on my head over my helmet and started rubbing small circles.

Um. What are you doing? I asked.

Wisp was the one to reply. Humans do this to the smaller things they like, she explained.

Was he petting me?

Uh, thanks, I said. I... guess well be going in a bit.

Oak stopped rubbing my head. When you come back, you will be welcome, he said.

Thanks, I said. Hey, did you want to check out my Beaver? I pointed over my shoulder with a thumb. The airship above us was swaying gently in the breeze slipping above the forest.

No, Oak said. Too much to do.

I didnt quite know what to say, so I filled the gap with hugs. First a big glomping hug for Oak, who returned it with more patting to the top of my head--which was really quite rude, but I could set that aside for now--then a big tight hug for Wisp.

You know, if you guys want, theres always room in our party for more, I said. Im sure the girls wouldnt mind a dryad or two with us on our adventures.

Oak shook his head right away, and Wisp did the same after thinking about it for just a second. No, Oak said. This is home. Leaving would be... wrong.

I couldnt do anything about that. Well, the offers always on the table if you want it, I said. Maybe you could learn how to read and write. I bet the dryads could make great paper and such. We could write to each other!

Oak tilted his head. If sister Broccoli thinks so, he agreed.

We said our goodbyes again, mostly because I was a little reluctant to just go, then I moved back over to my friends. The lumberjacks were boarding the Beaver already, and even Geoffrey was panting halfway up the ladder.

Ready to go? Amaryllis asked. At this rate it will be mid-day before were heading out to Needleford.

Yeah, I think Im ready, I said as I set my hands on my hips and looked around one last time. The woods were nice and peaceful, probably on account of all the racket wed made so far. It was easy to forget that this place was called the Darkwoods. Lets head out, I said.

Awa, are you going to carry us up? Awen asked.

I waved it off. Its not important, I said. So can you tell me anything about Needleford? Ive never been.

He nodded, finished writing a line with a flourish, then set his plume aside. Needleford is a fairly young settlement, as far as those things go. Maybe a hundred years old? It started as a fishing village, then grew into a proper port between Mattergroves capital, Port Hazel, and some of the Deepmarsh ports.

So its a trading place? I asked.

He wiggled his hand in a so-so gesture. It might have been, with a side of fishing, but now its a proper city. Its not as big or impressive as Port Hazel, but it is a little newer, and far more organized. The city is run by a council of mixed nobles and merchants.

I look forward to stopping by, then, I said.

He smiled. Try the fish pie. Its a little strange at first, but it grows on you. Therere a lot of food stalls near the docks. Its a bit of a local speciality.

I will, I promised. Ah, I should go and make sure that everythings going well on-deck. Ill send Amaryllis down to make sure everythings orderly.

Thank you, he said before I made my way back out.

The trip continued at a good pace. Amaryllis polished off the paperwork, Awen continued to bleed off her embarrassed energy with maintenance, and the guys on the crew worked like a well-oiled machine as we got closer to the lumberjacks compound.

When we slowed to a stop and dropped anchor, it was only a hundred or so meters from the edge of the camp atop a muddy field covered in stumps.

Edmund shook my hand before making his way down, and soon all of the lumberjacks and the two company representatives were off the Beaver and on their way back to their camp.

I made sure to wave as hard as I could when they were walking off.

Bastion joined me as Gordon and Steve weighted anchor again. That seems to have gone well, he said.

I hope so, I said.

He patted my shoulder. Dont worry so much, he said. I know some knights who have done less good in a year than what youve done in an afternoon.

I smiled over at him. It was weird that Bastion was so much shorter than me. Thanks, I said. But Im no knight. Maybe I should become one? Do they make cool armour for girls?

Bastion laughed. There is an order of female-only knights, but the Inquisition doesnt take gender into account. Im sure they might consider your application. Though, you might not do so well with the flight trials.

Dont underestimate my ability to jump around, I said.

Bastion shook his head. Ill be in my cabin, call me if you need any assistance with anything.

I waved him off, then found myself standing near the bow of the Beaver with not much at all to do. What about you? I asked towards the figurehead of the ship.

A familiar orange head popped up and stared at me with slitted eyes.

Alright, alright, I said. I wont interrupt your work. I left Orange to do Orange-y things, and flounced my way to the back of the ship and up to the wheel where Clive was puffing at a pipe, one taloned-hand on the ships controls. Heya.

Captn, he puffed.

So, if you have a few minutes, could you show me a few tricks? I think being a better captain might mean knowing how to fly like a pro.

Clive chuckled and backed away from the wheel. Good to see youre eager to learn. I was right afraid when the Albatross lasses told me that my new captain was all green.

Im more of a pasty white... actually, Im starting to tan a bit, I said with a pinch to my cheek.

He snorted. Right, lets go over the gravity engine. Its a tricky beast to master, but there are some neat things to do with it if youve figured it out.

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