"So this is for seasickness?" Sienna-Rose asked Ulysses as they stood together on the gangplank, the salt wind tugging at her cloak.
"It's been used for decades," Ulysses replied, pressing a few small brown pills into her palm. "Starroot essence, warms the body, steadies the gut, and keeps most men from leaning over the rail the whole voyage. Works well enough."
Sienna-Rose only smiled, slipping the pills back into his hand. From within her cloak she drew out a vial, its faceted glass catching the light like a jewel. Inside swirled a golden liquid that shimmered with a soft inner glow, throwing tiny sparks as if embers had been trapped in honey. The corked bottle bore a small tag marked with her sigil, proof that this was no common tonic.
