It was funny, Seste thought to herself as she stood on the deck of the boat that carried her from the Trading Post to Lon Lon Island. It was funny that only a few months ago Seste had known nothing but carefree days of no consequence. One wasted after another indulgently, bright sunny days and star-strewn nights taken and played with however she felt.
Things had been so easy when she'd first fallen into this life, so inconsequential. But my, how life had reared its ugly head and how stark the colors of the world had become.
Even before the first pirate raid she lived through, a restless sensation of pointlessness had crept into her life desp