After what felt like an eternity of waiting, the distant lighthouse came into view. Maia had been standing at the prow of the ship since first light, but now the towers and roofs of the busy seaport were finally approaching. Her hair streamed out behind her as she turned, calling for her father to come and see the land. The duke came laughing to his daughter and lifted her lightly up so that she would have a better view over the gunwale. Cool sea spray dashed her face as the ship cut through the waves, and she squealed with joy in the morning sun.