There was no way that Mordecai was going to be forced to sit out of another fight. Her father had instructed her mother to escort her off of the battlefield, which had been embarrassing enough. She was old enough to fight! She was old enough to take care of herself! And most importantly, she had discovered in the short time that she'd been on that battlefield that she was powerful. She had felt the heady thrum of magic in her veins, though she didn't know what exactly it was yet, she knew she was something more than any normal girl and she was hellbent on proving it to her mother and father.

Or ... just her father this time since her mother was far too fat to be any good in battle and Mordecai was fairly certain that the mare was far too heavy to be able to fly very far.

Whether or not Einarr noticed her flying behind him didn't matter to Mordecai. What was he going to do, yell at her to go back? He would have to physically drag her back to the Throat and make Megaera sit her fat ass on top of her to keep the dark girl from following him back to the battle ground she assumed he was heading for. He wouldn't do that, at least she didn't think he would. He wouldn't miss a battle. He wouldn't.

Einarr angled himself down toward the ground and Mordecai followed after him, though she landed several feet away from her father to be clear of his teeth should he be angry that she had followed him. She could already imagine him shouting at her that she had no business there, especially while she was sick, but the tar that dripped from her eyes, ears, nose, and mouth weren't going to hold her back. He could kiss her ass if he thought it would.

Mordecai shot her father a triumphant look as she danced away from him because she could smell Abraham and, more importantly, his dragons. "Where the hell have you been?" She snapped, in perfect common tongue (thanks to her sickness, perhaps?) as she reached him and, in typical Mordecai fashion she nipped at the stallion's shoulder.


The last thing she expected was for her vision to begin to swim, almost like she was underwater looking up at the world above. She blinked and snorted, shook her head and damn near lost her balance. "The fuck ...?" She snapped as she glared at the one stallion that usually didn't annoy her, only now he was annoying her more than anyone else.

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