As they waited Legone sat down, positioning himself delicately between Alaireia and Starman. He looked at them, calculating for a moment, then stared straight ahead. “Take my advice.” His voice was hard. “Don’t fall in love. Trust me.”

            Before they could reply, the sound of beating wings filled the air. Silver horses sailed into the glade, their wings creating a mini cyclone of dust and leaves. They alighted delicately and folded their wings, revealing four colorful Mermis upon their backs. The lead Mermi dismounted in one fluid motion, her black-blue hair swaying behind her lithe body. She walked up to Crinte, locking her indignant purple eyes on him. “We have come to escort you to an audience with King Vincsir.”

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