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Verloren had stirred herself from her sleep to rise and look out on her gardens from Alliene's balcony. Elon stood faithfully by her side, hand on his sword hilt, eyes always searching. The queen sighed as she saw Alliene tug the young drow into the wter with her, listening to the clang of Aeris and his brother's swords as they sparred. Skye had taken a day out in the foest beyond her walls, and she had not seen Zachana or Shadow about outside...not a surprise really. She welcomed the burning heat on her skin and the sunlight in her eyes, after laying in the darkness for so long. Khalraan and Slyquis had kept a constant vigil at her bedside, though not as steadfastly as her Captain.
A sudden glare above the woods caught her eye, and Verloren shaded herself with a hand as she peered at it. A flash of silver here, and a beating of wings. Her eyes widened. Avalon had come back to her!
"Elon, quickly, go to the stables and get Wind Shadow ready to ride,"
The Captain jerked in surprise but bowed before he sped away.
Verloren raced into Alliene's room and threw open her wardrobe...much to her dislike, the only clean garments were smoky trousers and her mother's black leather...she shrugged anyway and threw off her robe, donning her sisters armour and pants. Hunting around, she realized her scimitars were in her own room. After Verloren had jammed her feet into a pair of knee high turn down boots, she clambered down the stairs and flew into her room, never stopping as she grabbed her sword belt and rushed down to the stables, buckling it on. Elon was standing at its entrance with Wind Shadow at his side. The stallion nickered happily and raced up to her, pausing breifly to let her swing on, then he streaked through the gardens, past Alliene and Aeris and the others, to the small gate in the back wall.
Zachana watched with interest from her perch on the balcony ledge as Lady Verloren ran her horse into the forest to meet Avalon. Curling her slick black tail around her front paws, she looked back at Shadow and growled happily,
"Pray, srrak, would you like to go for a fly?" she bared glistening fangs in her draconic smile.
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