Of Poseidon 02: Of Triton by Anna Banks

Author:Anna Banks [Banks, Anna]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

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GALEN WATCHES hunters outside the Arena corral fish into a frenzy. Expertly, they throw traditional seaweed nets into the maelstrom of tuna. The nets, which have large rocks tied at each corner, drag the fish to the bottom, keeping them alive until they’re ready to be eaten. The waters around the Boundary are ideal for many types of fish to flourish. The reefs and atolls make for a variety of plant life and fish. Even giant clams can be found here—one tasty clam can feed at least twenty Syrena for the day.

But Galen didn’t come to the Arena to watch the hunters wrangle up the morning meal for the attendants of the tribunal. He came to find Toraf before today’s session starts. He’s had little time with his friend amid the recent turn of events, so Galen can only watch his reactions from afar, which doesn’t offer much hint.

Galen finds him where he’d expected to, poised just above the sand at the end of the Arena. Others may not notice it, because an angry Toraf is truly a rare thing to behold, but Galen can practically feel the animosity emanating from his friend. Which is why he casually bumps into him, taking care to be overly apologetic.

“Oh, sorry about that, minnow. I didn’t even see you there.” Galen mimics Toraf’s demeanor, crossing his arms and staring ahead of them. What they’re supposed to be staring at, he’s not sure.

His effort is rewarded with a slight upward curve of his friend’s mouth. “Oh, don’t think twice about it, tadpole. I know it must be difficult to swim straight with a whale’s tail.”

Galen scowls, taking care not to glance down at his fin. Ever since they went to retrieve Grom, he’s been sore all below the waist, but he’d just attributed it to tension from finding Nalia, and then the whole tribunal mess—not to mention, hovering in place for hours at a time. Still, he did examine his fin the evening before, hoping to massage out any knots he found, but was a bit shocked to see that his fin span seemed to have widened. He decided that he was letting his imagination get the better of him. Now he’s not so sure. “What do you mean?” he says lightly.

Toraf nods down toward the sand. “You know what I mean. Looks like you have the red fever.”

“The red fever bloats you all over, idiot. Right before it kills you. It doesn’t make your fin grow wider. Besides, the red tide hasn’t been bad for years now.” But Toraf already knows what the red fever looks like. Not long after he first became a Tracker, Toraf was commissioned to find an older Syrena who had gone off on his own to die after he’d been caught in what the humans call the red tide. Toraf was forced to tie seaweed around the old one’s fin and pull his body to the Cave of Memories.

No, he doesn’t think I have the red fever.

Toraf allows himself a long look at Galen’s fin.

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