The faer had walked from around the slab, and stood a few strides from me. Without the host of dragons falling in line around her, the faer’s presence was merely intimidating, and not dominating.
speak?”
Kinri. Trust in the law, and not whatever impressions they’ve given you.” I didn’t see whatever expression she had.
weighed, holding a faint whiff of accusation. “I know why Specter sent you here, Kinri, exile or no.”
sofran will meet with you and Gronte-wyre sometime tomorrow, to arrange a plan with the corpses.”
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sang, high, mellifluous, saccharine, “do you want?” Her claws didn’t slide closer. Her fangs didn’t glint. I didn’t tremble. Even a little bit.
am a cliff-dweller.” She looked back to her page. “Something you’ll never be.”
alone, again. My wings hugged tight to my body.
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definitely wasn’t a cloud-dweller.
what you might want, this close to the faer.”
you???—”
want? You’re holding me up.”
somehow no one else with plain-dweller scales ever makes it this far in the administration. Ponder that.”
you don’t have plain-dweller scales.”
as far away from the Berwem as your wings will take you. He said to take the heir and never think of him again.”
I???—??have returned, the rightful ruler of Gwymr/Frina. Now, it’s a matter of waiting.” He gazed at me with a gleam in his clouded brilles, a triumphant smile that asked you to revel vicariously in his achievement.
did have mission here in the cliffs. Here was a chance. Lowering my head in acknowledgment, folding my frills in submission, looking up in pleading, I said, “I don’t suppose you could make me someone important when you become faer?” My tone wavered just enough to notice without grating.
alone he looked. Here was the rightful faer of Gwymr/Frina, sole heir of the eternal faer. And… was there any one for him to share it with?
I trust dragons?
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