at the rail.
She wasn’t looking down at the water. She wasn’t looking at the horizon, either. It was as if she was gazing at something that wasn’t there.
“Are you contemplating a leap?” Jeri asked, breaking what felt like a considerable layer of ice. “Should I be worried?”
Anastasia glanced at Jeri, then returned her gaze to the sea. “I got tired of pacing down below,” she said. “I thought being on deck might calm me down. Have you heard from Possuelo?”
“I have.”
“What does he say about Rowan?”
Jeri took a moment before responding. “He didn’t say, and I didn’t ask.”
“Then he’s been captured,” Anastasia said, and pounded the rail in frustration. “I’m sailing to freedom, and he’s been captured.”
Jeri half expected her to order the ship to turn around and go back for him. If she did, they’d have to oblige, for she was a scythe. But she didn’t. She was wise enough to know that it would only make matters worse.
“I cannot, for the life of me, understand your devotion to Scythe Lucifer,” Jeri dared to say.
“You know nothing about it.”
“I know more than you think. I was there with Possuelo when we opened the vault. I saw you in each other’s arms. It was the kind of intimacy not even death could hide.”
Anastasia averted her gaze. “We shed our clothes so the cold would kill us before we suffocated.”
Jeri smiled. “I suspect that is only a half-truth.”
She turned and considered Jeri for a long moment, then changed the subject. “Jerico – that’s an unusual name. I seem to recall a mortal-age story involving a wall coming down. Are you a collapser of walls?”
“You could say I find things in the ruins of walls that have already fallen,” Jeri told her. “Honestly, though, it’s a family name that has no bearing on the story of Jericho. But if you find it off-putting, you can call me Jeri. Everyone does.”
“Okay. And what are your pronouns, Jeri?”
Jeri found it refreshing that she asked so directly. There were still people who were too awkward to ask – as if Jeri was being accidentally ambiguous, and not intentionally so.
“He, she, they, zhey – pronouns are tiresome and lazy things,” Jeri said. “I’d much rather call a person by name. But to answer your deeper question, I’m both male and female. It comes with being Madagascan.”
Anastasia nodded knowingly. “You must find us binary people strange and confusing.”
“I did when I was younger. I never met someone born to a single gender until I was well into my teens. But I’ve come to accept, and even appreciate, your quirky rigidity.”
“So, you see yourself as both – but I imagine there must be times when you’re more one than another.”
Not only direct, but insightful, too, Jeri thought, liking this resurrected scythe more and more. She asks the right questions.
“You could say it’s dictated by the heavens,” Jeri told her. “When skies are clear, I choose to be a woman. When they are not, I am a man.” Jeri turned to take in the sunlight shimmering on the surface of the sea. It was marked by the shadows of the occasional cloud, but right now the ship did not fall beneath one of those shadows. “At this moment in time, I am a woman.”
“I see,” she said, without the judgment that some might show. “My father – who’s a scholar of the mortal age – said that the sun is almost always seen as masculine in mythology, and of course there’s the man in the moon. Choosing to be feminine in their light creates a balance. There’s a natural yin and yang to it.”
“And to you as well,” Jeri said. “After all, turquoise is symbolically the color of balance.”
Anastasia smiled. “I didn’t know that. I chose it because it’s the color my brother wanted me to be.”
An inner shadow seemed to cross her face. A pang at the thought of her brother. Jeri decided it was too personal a heartache to delve into, and allowed her privacy on the matter.
“Does it bother you,” she asked, “to always be at the mercy of the weather? I would think that someone like you would want to be subservient to as few things as possible. Besides, it must be awfully inconvenient on partially cloudy days like this.”
As if on cue, the sun slipped behind a small cloud, then out again. Jeri laughed. “Yes, it can be inconvenient, but I’ve gotten used to it – embraced it, even. That unpredictability has become part