Five moon cycles. That's how long Dron and Tempest had been in the settlement with all of the others trying to get ready for the journey to come.
Honestly, it amazed Dron. He was sure that it would take a long time. That it would be ages until he saw the shores of Thraqe again, but with the dedication of all the people around him and the fact that they were running out of usable resources in Skoq, the start of the journey happened much faster than he thought was possible.
He stood on the deck of the larger of the four ships.
He stared out into the distance where he could see the very edge of the Skoq shoreline. The aggressive and intense landscape looked almost beautiful as it drifted off into the distance.
Dron let out a deep breath and forced himself to look away from the dwindling landscape.
Tempest walked up next to him and wrapped one of her arms around his waist. She squeezed slightly. Dron reveled in the feeling.
