I stayed in my cabin for as much as I could on the trip back to Karkedon – at least, that was my intention. I didn’t want to have to talk about the bridge to anyone—even on a Karkedonian ship I wasn’t necessarily safe.
But then the hyena happened, lurching out of his compartment and crashing into mine, the smaller creature quite green with seasickness. I scrambled out of the way of the window where I’d been sitting and held on to him as he leaned out and was sick.
The hyena, whom I learned later was called Mikips, recovered himself and, with no other apology than a nervous laugh and a blush of embarrassment, rushed back to his own compartment.
I wish that had been the only time I would see him.