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11-30-2016, 11:36 AM
”Four, I think.” The distant voice comes from an approaching filly of the sands, a whimsical creature born of fire and crystal who rarely ventured beyond the boundaries of the Dragon’s Throat. Vinati was not against adventuring, but she had found that there was much to be learned still about the desert sands upon which she had been raised. Until she had discovered the secrets of her home, she was content to contain her exploration to the island – or she had been until Aithniel had ascended to the throne and sent them, foals and all, out on patrol.
She hadn’t given the change in leadership much thought, nor had she dwelled for long on the thought of being send to scout the Wilds. It was different, to be sure, but different did not mean bad. After all, there was much to be gained from having eyes and ears across Helovia, particularly now that the strange Kisamoa had appeared. The girl thought that his intentions were good – he hadn’t given them any reason to doubt that – but the adults were suspicious all the same. Perhaps one day, when she was older and better versed in the darkness of the world, she would understand their concerns. For now, though, her universe was one of lazy days and cheerful companionship, and somewhere deep in her soul she knew she needed to hold onto these times, for they would one day pass.
The girl smiled at her newfound companions as she drifted dreamily into their midst. How the Gladiator of their herd (a rather large, hulking beast of a man) had managed to get assigned three children as his patrolling partners, she could not hazard a guess. Perhaps their Sultana had merely wanted to make sure the foals – of which Vinati seemed to be the youngest – would be well-supervised. Either way, the little sand princess offered a question, genuine curiosity on her youthful features. ”What do patrols look for, exactly?”
"Talk."
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