Heather ignored the looks of praise and admiration directed her way. She was deep in thought as she gazed out the window toward the sea.

She had been gone for nearly two months. She yearned for her clansmen!

"Your meal is here."

After a while, two teenagers entered and sat next to her table. One of them was decked out in soft black armor made of fish skin. He had to be from the Sea Dragon Palace.

Heather would normally have noticed them, but she was in a bad mood. So, she did not see them.