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Knights of flame and shadow walked side by side, as they so often did. Gaits swung smoothly from muscular trunks, dark tresses falling from crest and docks, crimson licked fetlocks sweeping the ground as broad hooves swallowed the path before them. The brothers arrived early enough to hear the purpose of the meeting, but not so early as to suggest that they were critically punctual. They respected their WeyrLeaders - Kaj, at least, had proven himself worthy enough when sparring Maskan - but they were not so swift to show haste for their non-urgent call as they were for their sister's summons - she could turn into a dragon, after all.
Grinning rogue grins at their beloved sister, they eyed the silver grulla who sidled up to her, noting with interest the male attention their beloved Mirage gained everywhere she went - obliviously, or politely ignorantly, apparently. None of them were good enough in their eyes, it didn't matter to them whether one or a million steeds chased her, none were worthy of their bloodlines - though one had come close to destroying it forever. They still did not hold great likings for the dragonsteed, but even they were not foolish enough to take him on - at least not without considerable external advantages in their favour.
"The purpose of the exercise is to both learn and teach" Maskan spoke rather abruptly to the winged, skull-faced stallion who voiced a worry about not knowing enough in order to teach others. How hard was it to get an idea? "I'm sure you'll catch on fast with the right tutors." Madyrn's deep, rough, gravelly voice murmured shortly after, a grin full of double meanings curving his lips as his apricot eyes pierced Duchanar's. The brothers were soon done with their jest, however, and with a courteous nod to their WingLeaders, they confirmed that they would partake in this exercise that was sure to hone in the necessary skills in all of them.
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[O] Appeal to Reason || Protectors and Others!
