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Jasmine Porter clutched at the railing of the tramp steamer. This was the worst seasickness she'd ever had in her life. However, there were some things you just had to endure.
She'd been chasing her daughter for a good week. (And the week before that, and before that, and before that.) The hunt had taken her through half a dozen countries, at least two of which weren't even known to exist. She'd hijacked an airship in the Northern Confederacy (and would be sworn at in Tsuiraku until they figured out that the one that crashed the Tower of Artifex had been commandeered by someone else), "borrowed" an elven travel platform at gunpoint (well ... sort of), sailed the Farrel Sea, masqueraded as a nun in Veracia to infiltrate Delphiniel to check a rumor, skinned and eaten an Anuban swamp beast to prove her mettle to a reluctant source ... all in vain. Now she was somewhere between Kiyoka and the Southern Continent, going after the next rumor.
Damn, do I feel lousy, she thought. She'd been at sea often enough to have good sea legs, and the water wasn't too rough here. Why was she having so much trouble with the boat?
Surely it couldn't be ...
She thought back to that night she'd spent with the Green Elf. It had been ... fascinating. And athletic. And ... passionate. Orgasmically so. Several times. Many times.
Elves have low fertility, she thought. I have nothing to worry about. This can't be morning sickness, it's just that I'm getting too old for this. Dammit, Jamie, settle down so I can catch up to you! But I can't be pregnant by that weirdo.
She was wrong.