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Ostara didn't dare argue, not with the look in Oriane's eyes. Instead she gave a single nod to show she had understood and the pair slowly retreated back to the darker shadows that might hide their escape. Every step, the Arrow expected for some horn to sound or a shout to go up to mark them...

The Arrow's wings slumped in relief when Oriane agreed to her plan. It had been one her father had told her of years ago, a story from his own spying mission on a sect of orcs who had taken up residence close to Thyasari. Tára scurried after Ori once she gave the signal and ducked down beside...

Some of the panic receded from the younger Avariel's eyes when she realised Oriane was not going to force her to take off and take on the burden of approaching the monster herself. Alone. Taking a calming breath, Ostára thought through the options like her father had taught her over the years...

"We're stronger together," Ostára hissed back, a horrified look in her too-wide eyes at the thought of leaving Oriane grounded and close to that... thing. They had not yet glimpsed the beast but if its effect was this bad so far from it, she dreaded to think the weighted feeling from being...

Tára stepped back and gave the knight an apologetic smile. Yes, humans were a little more squishy. Her father had told her several times but when she saw how hard they fought it was easy to forget. She would need to remember when she hugged them in the future. Half lifting her injured wing she...

Ostára looked nervously at the fires from where they had decided to alight to try and catch a sight of the monster. Everything about this camp felt wrong. Even the creatures seemed somehow more sinister. They would snap at one another at the slightest wrong look, and they watched in bated breath...

"I hope so," the youth sighed and spread her wings. "I am glad he has you, Ori. Otherwise I would worry," she gave the older Avariel a smile and then nodded to some flickering fires in the distance. "I think that's the next one, shall we?" It took three more fireside visits before a sickly...

Tára wrinkled her nose and laughed. "I'm not sure these trees would grow on our cold mountains," but the smile on her lips showed just how much she appreciated the thought. "Perhaps they will let me stay here if we manage to rid them of their demon problem. I... think it would be nice. To...

The younger avariel seemed to draw comfort from the idea they would merely take the Aerai back with them. She could not bring herself to think of how she might never see Vailë or Phyrra again - even the Knights who had joined their cause though she knew their homes too were elsewhere. She...

The Arrow sighed in relief as her boulder gave way soon followed by half of the cliff face at the Geomancers urging. An almost delirious smile took possession of her lips as they stood at the top and watched rocks tumble down the side. Where they crashed into one another they split and became...

"I'm not sure anything can kill Pa," she half laughed, trying to lighten the rather dark mood her question had plunged them into. Of course, as soon as she had said it she made a quick sign across her heart to ward off any ill-omen she might have conjured from challenging Fate in such a way...

Ostára nodded in agreement. "The Aerai says it feels like a great hopelessness consumes you when he is near," of course, their allies were more spiritually attuned to such things but she had to think Avariel's would feel something of the same, especially those of The Thirteen with such ancient...

Ostára's steps were light as she landed next to Oriane upon a tree branch. She reached out to steady herself instead of using her wings, keeping them tight to her back so they did not peek out from the branches. From here they could hear the foul creatures speak- those that could anyway. Some...

Ostára grimaced as she lifted her wing to inspect the damage. She had felt the bolt hit during the flight but had not dared to let it slow her, deciding a few torn ligaments would be preferrable to falling into the swathes of the army below and being butchered. The agony eased now she was not...

The Arrow alighted next to Oriane, the golden bow and a single arrow also now in her hands. She crouched so that the shadows would better hide them from any glint from the setting sun or the enemies fires. The last thing they wanted on a mission such as this was to be discovered this early. The...