Gallahad could hardly believe what drifted to his nose not long after the battle. The sailors were still busy scrubbing the deck, their brushes scraping at stains of brine and kraken blood, yet the air carried not the sharp tang of salt or the metallic bite of monster flesh. Instead, something else slowly took hold, a scent so rich, so utterly out of place at sea, that it left him staring in disbelief.
Sienna-Rose hadn't bothered to use her magic to clean the aftermath, and Ulysses, being Ulysses, didn't want to use his magic. The seasickness returns at one, once the battle with the kraken is over. She looked pale, her face turned sour the moment the adrenaline faded. With a groan, she had practically collapsed into Haley's arms and let her wife guide her away, the mighty sorceress now reduced to someone who only wanted to rest.
