girl who charmed her,â he snapped at a would-be customer. âWonât lay.â
âItâs the eggs that are important in the inscription?â Sophie asked.
Verena nodded. âItâs said that only half of their young survive in the wild. Supposedly there are gifted ⦠I dunno, call them bird whisperers, who can convince them to give up some eggs in exchange for having the rest hatched in a nice warm coop with lots of food.â
âCooperative relationship, with the perk of a higher survival rate,â Sophie said. âWhat do the eggs do?â
âSnow vulture eggs enable a human to fly,â Verena said. âNot gliding, like the taxikites. Theyâre actually winged, like angels.â
â That I have to see.â
âGood luck if the birdâs not laying.â
âIf itâs pals with Corsetta, she might turn up here.â
Verena circled in place, scrutinizing the vendors, the stalls, the customers. âYeah. Theyâre watching for her.â
Sophie wondered if that was a good thing.
âDammit, youâve got me telling you things again,â Verena said.
âSo? Your official job is to go back and forth and carry stuff to Erstwhile. If there are people who move between worlds, why canât I be one of them?â
âYou want a visa now?â Verena said. âItâs not me you have to convince.â
âCorrect me if Iâm wrong, but if I go hitching my star to Clyâs family wagon, Iâm going to have all kinds of chances to apply for travel visas.â
âYou want to stay on Annelaâs good side, threatening to play the Judiciary off the Watch is not the way to go.â
âIâm not trying to pick fights with anyone, Verena. I just want a chance to seeââ
âSee, explore, study, recordââ
ââunderstand!â
âAnd then what? Publish? And what about your parents? Are you really going to spend your life here chasing every shiny science thing you see without ever telling them?â
Sophie groaned. âI donât know.â
They paused in front of a small array of lumpy nuggets and toys for petsâVerena bought some treats for Nightjar âs ferret, along with a small sealed pot full of crickets for its snake-head tailâand lingered over a stall of felt and fabric hats, many of them inscribed, either on brim or band, with neatly stitched or painted lettering in the magical alphabet, spellscrip.
Magic on Stormwrack was all writtenâyou took eye of newt or other ingredients, along with someoneâs full name, and wrote up what the locals called an intention. It could do anything from straightening your teeth to killing you on the spot. Most people kept their middle names hidden from all but a few trusted family members or friends.
Sophie hadnât known this when she came to Stormwrack six months ago, and by the time she figured it out, the pirates had gotten hold of her name.
The sisters continued past the mages and down to a deck market that was all weaponsâswords and knives, maces, cudgels and whips and bows.
âSee anything you like?â Verena meant the swords, but Sophieâs eye had wandered further, to a stall filled with stonewood daggers. She saw a familiar blond head within the crowd.
What are the chances? she thought. A stir of feelings, some good, some anxious, assailed her. Did she want to see him? Was it a good idea?
âSophie?â
She turned, trying to urge Verena back to the stairway. âIâm not going to learn to use a sword, Verena. Iâd be a hazard.â
âFights happen.â
âMaybe Iâll get one of those telescoping cop batons,â she said. She didnât mention the little canister of bear spray on her key ring. Verena had missed it in her search.
âThat would be smarter.â
Sophie had circled so her back was to the blond head, but her jeans had, once again,