Hello again. Lena had a nightmare last night.

I was jerked from my slumber by her sobbing screams. I don't think the training is helping as much as I had hoped it would. She is acting more confident, but I fear it is just act. I spent the hours before sunrise holding her and trying to think of a way to help her.

I can't think of anything. If I have faced troubles severe enough to make me fear as she does then I have been lucky enough to forget them. The best I can do is protect her and teach her to protect herself. Julius is a great distraction when she is awake, but she is alone in her dreams.

It tears me apart that I can't help her more. I think she needs something or someone else to help her through this. Or maybe time will help. Tonight I will see if I can't find a way to safeguard he dreams with my tingles. They have seen me through most troubles. May this be another one.

In other news a great fish has started following our little flotilla. It is a great big thing. Grey-black hide and way more teeth than are necessary. I was going to fry it for supper, but the darn thing seems to have an uncanny knack for avoiding harm.

Whenever Julius or I intend to roast it, down it hides beneath the waves. Lena smacked the smirk off of it with a flock of underwater birds. They have spikes of ice where beaks go, and tore up its hide some. Blood in the water is hypnotic. Watching it swirl and spread draws my eye, and brings an ache to the back of my head.

Since then the fish has kept its distance. I still caught glimpses of its ominous back fin cutting the air occasionally.

More birds overhead every day I swear. The bring Julius much fun. The fish gobbles up any he knocks to the water below. I wonder if it isn't this trail of downed birds that brought us our finned stalker.

Is this how Julius gets a pet? If it keeps following us, and doesnt take a snap at us, I guess he can keep it.

No more skyboats today. I wonder where they came from anyway? Are we near land? I can't wait to get back on land. Sailing is fun and all but I miss walking. That sore sensation in your feet from a good day of seeing new lands. That sense of adventure, wondering what is over that next hill, and behind that next bend in the river. The ocean is pretty, but I am really sick of water, water, water all day long.

And fish gets old fast. I only have two seasonings. Salt and firemoss. Salt is easy to get from the sea. It tastes a little fishy, but then, so does the fish. Those chunks of the Wave Waker are all going to Lena. She gobbles them up like they are the greatest of treats. Gross.

Well, that was today. Lena is worrying me, Julius may have gotten a pet fish, and I am looking forward to walking on land again.

Goodnight.