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Celestia stood at the edge of the Sky City where stone gave way to open air, the clouds drifting far below like a wounded sea. The wind worried at her feathers, familiar as an old scar. She did not look down. She never did anymore.
She had seen too much fall.
Drakormir’s awakening still lived behind her eyes, earth splitting, sky screaming, the moment her spear found its mark and proved that even gods could bleed. She remembered the way the world broke afterward, how victory never meant salvation. Thagretis followed: a land of iron resolve and endless mystery. She thought of her failure to heal and save Maho Sparhawk from death. Another life added to the weight she carried between her wings.
Battle after battle had carved her into something sharp and tired. When whispers came, recommendations, quiet encouragements, you should stand for the trials, she had turned away every time.
Yet here she was.
An Avariel had gone missing. Vanished beyond the wards. The kind of absence that made the Elder uneasy enough to summon her personally and to have her work with a member of the Thirteen. Refusal had never truly been an option.
Celestia exhaled slowly, fingers flexing at her side as she waited, hesitation in her bones.
Oriane
She had seen too much fall.
Drakormir’s awakening still lived behind her eyes, earth splitting, sky screaming, the moment her spear found its mark and proved that even gods could bleed. She remembered the way the world broke afterward, how victory never meant salvation. Thagretis followed: a land of iron resolve and endless mystery. She thought of her failure to heal and save Maho Sparhawk from death. Another life added to the weight she carried between her wings.
Battle after battle had carved her into something sharp and tired. When whispers came, recommendations, quiet encouragements, you should stand for the trials, she had turned away every time.
Yet here she was.
An Avariel had gone missing. Vanished beyond the wards. The kind of absence that made the Elder uneasy enough to summon her personally and to have her work with a member of the Thirteen. Refusal had never truly been an option.
Celestia exhaled slowly, fingers flexing at her side as she waited, hesitation in her bones.
Oriane
