Kisara was making her way - their way, with the old man still leaning on her - towards where the<em>Dragon's Wake</em>was still waiting. She occasionally looked behind her to see if anyone else was having trouble. She assumed she'd have to help them get to the ship, regardless, unless the crew saw them coming and were able to get closer to the 'island'.<br/><br/>As she walked, she argued with herself a bit. Why did she care what that snotty bitch thought of her? She'd divested herself of the things that bound her to her family, to the Dynasty except for her name. And why should she give that up? Even if she used aliases, she was still Mnemon Kisara, it didn't change who she was, who she'd become. Besides, she hadn't done anything wrong!<br/><br/>In the back of her head, she heard her mother's voice, saying,<em>Stop being a whiner, Kisara. Just do better.</em><br/><br/>Fine. Fine! It seemed like the other two agreed with the hateful cow, which seemed more or less par for the course. She'd do better, show them she was worthy. Always having to work twice as hard for the same recognition was her lot in life. Well, if she couldn't convince them she wasn't a ravening monster, then she'd be better off alone. It might have been nice to have companions, for once, but it would be easier to accept that she was alone. She usually was, in the end.<br/><br/>The ship was in sight, and she figured they'd see her from there, if they were looking. "Cover your ears, grandfather," she said to the old man, and then waved her free hand, yelling, "Ahoy the ship! We've got a bunch of people to board, and we can leave the Shadowland at dawn!"