notice if she took up bird ownership.
Verena had concluded the swap for the opals; Sophie selected a couple journals, a pen, and a packaged collection of items, labeled in a language she didnât speak, that caught her eye because it seemed to contain the skin of a passenger pigeon. âHow much for these?â
âFive, Kir.â
She handed over a coin as if she knew what it was worth and waited. After a beat, he gave her a bunch of smaller coins.
Verena handed her an inconveniently heavy bag full of money.
âHow much does this come to?â
âThink of it as about four hundred bucks, assuming you can learn to haggle.â
âIâll give it a try.â
âWhere to now?â
âTons to observe in a market, am I right?â
âYouâre not supposed to be observing at all,â Verena said.
âWhat are you going to do, put my eyes out?â
Verenaâs objection, she thought, seemed halfhearted. Had she surrendered to the idea of the shopping trip a bit easily? That would suggest she was hiding something specific.
She started down the mall as she mulled that over, passing a cobbler and dressmaker, then heading down a level and finding herself in front of a sign that read, POWDERER .â
âPowders?â
âMy lips are sealed.â
âFor spells,â Sophie said. âI bet this is inscription ingredients.â
The powdererâs shop was filled with clay jars, all corded and sealed with wax, and each with a tidy label written in Fleetspeak: talc, mixed coral, red coral, black coral, obsidian, whalebone, specter, antelope, basker (whatever that was) human skull, human tooth, human ash male, human ash female, quartz, red granite, black granite, agate.
There were packages here, too, like the one sheâd just bought with the bird corpse. âIs thisâ?â
âNot answering,â Verena said.
Next to the powdererâs was a place that sold scales and hair, then a sanguarium.
âSanguarium,â she repeated. âBlood vendor.â
A whole shop full of labeled blood samples. All she needed was permission to do research and someone to run DNA.
âFine, yes,â Verena said. âBlood sellers. Sophie, what are you up to?â
âLook, Iâd have to be dead to not notice things about Stormwrack, am I right?â
âYes, butââ
âTelling me not to do science is just dumb. Not taking any hard information home until Annela gives permission, I understand that. Not sharing what I see with anyone but BramâI can toe the line. I hate not having a camera, but Iâll survive. But Iâm still a tourist here.â
âItâs just shopping,â Verena said, but Sophieâs attention had been caught by a poster, printed on a recycled scrap of sail.
It was a crude image of a small sloop with an odd, almost dome-shaped wheel and two masts.
âThat looks like the ship we sighted.â
âI asked the jeweler about it,â Verena said. âHe says it was stolen from the dockyards at Tug Island.â
âTonio thought the derelict came from Tug, too.â
âThereâve been a few disappearances. They figure whoever made off with the sloop is sinking ships.â
âWe reported seeing it, right?â
âParrish will,â Verena said.
A bloodcurdling shriek, from what looked to be a feather store, interrupted them.
The creature in the front display cage was large, on the scale of an albatrossâan enormous seagull with a wingspan, she estimated, of over nine feet. It was white but for a band of black over its eyes and mottled patches of brown behind its shoulders. Its feet were typical gull feet: pink, webbed, stunningly huge.
âThis is Corsettaâs snow vulture,â Verena said.
âHow do you know itâs hers?â
âTheyâre rare. There wonât be two.â
The vendor had a harassed look. âSheâs missing the