( Spice is the mistress of fortune, better fitted in fists that hold coin. They exercise it sparingly across a vessel, often entrusted to cooks with more years of service under their belt.
But then, there's no need to inform the boy of this gentle, calculated sabotage. Why trouble him, and his mind thereafter? Instead, Caladan holds the smile as steady as he does his ship, and nods with false, studied agreeableness. )
A leader who doesn't spend time with his people shouldn't lead at all. ( And there's the edge of bite to it, a caustic turn to his gaze that lands on the captain's cabin of the Pariah — where Quicksilver keeps his own counsel, as he does every night, secluded. )
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But then, there's no need to inform the boy of this gentle, calculated sabotage. Why trouble him, and his mind thereafter? Instead, Caladan holds the smile as steady as he does his ship, and nods with false, studied agreeableness. )
A leader who doesn't spend time with his people shouldn't lead at all. ( And there's the edge of bite to it, a caustic turn to his gaze that lands on the captain's cabin of the Pariah — where Quicksilver keeps his own counsel, as he does every night, secluded. )