Moon of the Sea by pandemonium_213  

Chapter 3: Sails

“See, Isilmë! There is the fleet!”

She clutched her mother’s hand tighter, watching white sails emblazoned with blue crescent moons draw closer to the harbor. Like great water birds, the ships glided alongside the stone quays. The tall man with the long black hair, whipped wild in the wind, ran down the gangway. Her mother released her hand and cried out to him. He swept her mother into his arms. The man and her mother, oblivious to her and the rest who milled around the docks, kissed with hunger. When they severed their embrace, the man – his storm-grey eyes intense like her own – lifted her up.

“My daughter, my Isilmë!”