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Zenith spread her wings, allowing the sun to warm her dark hide. The peak of the mountain was surprisingly warm for the season, and it was a welcome reprieve from the chill of the trip.

The Guardian hadn’t yet reached her full growth, but she was already quite large even by her species’ standards. Her pale green eyes – the mark of her bond to the Windsinger, she still found herself humming the songs under her breath, though the prayers brought her little comfort – turned to the dragons at her side.

“You have a report?” The rumble of her voice was carefully controlled.

The one she addressed stopped darting around her head for a moment, and she could get a better look at the other dragon. Elderberry was thinner than she remembered, her grey scales gone dull as a stone, and her Arcane-purple eyes dulled with exhaustion. The Fae’s silver-blue crest was flared as if in excitement, but Zenith noted the familiar, tense curl of Berry’s tail.

“You have a report?” She asked again, insistent.

“Perhaps I should go first?” The Mirror dragon seated in her shadow was the antithesis of all his species represented – his shadowy wings pressed close to his back instead of outspread in a threatening display, long, whiplike tail curled neatly around his feet as if he were a great cat. Anabiel had changed little since he was a hatchling.

“The Flights are moving to form an alliance against our brothers.” He chuckled. “I’m sure they don’t taste the irony.”

“It’s the same,” Berry drifted in loose figure eights, circling Zenith and Ana’s heads in turns. “It’s the same with Arcane, they’re talking with neighbors, talking with old enemies.” Her crest drew close to her neck in a show of deep disgust. “I do not have a taste for them, these arrogant ones. When can I come home?”

Ana hissed softly, his purple eyes narrowing. “We can talk about home when the mission is -”

Zenith’s rumble silenced them both. “You haven’t told me anything I couldn’t guess. This is…disappointing. If you have nothing left to say, go rejoin the flights. If you don’t find out something useful before you return, don’t bother coming back.”

If there was a twinge of guilt at talking to them that way, it didn’t show in the set of her wings. She was made of stone and ice, and she would not be moved.

Berry was a blur in the air before Zenith finished speaking, shooting in the direction of the Starfall Isles without a sound. Ana, on the other hand, flicked his tail impudently against her shoulder, his jaws spread in what passed for a toothy grin. “So cold, mother. You’ve spent too long in that icebox.”

Then he too was gone to lurk in the shadows of the tangled woods. He seemed to love it there. When their war was less in earnest, he took great pleasure in telling her of luring the Lightweaver’s children into the dark.

She shook off the thought and set her sights for the Southern Icefield. There was so much work to do – defenses to undermine, hatchlings to corrupt - and so little time.

((@iugulum you're up!))

isaiah was not the happiest of campers skygoers today, and not just because he hated flying. taking home bad news was what he liked least about this scouting gig, and if the past week wasn't bad news, he had no freaking idea what was.

he circled the mountain a few times, partly just to ensure the coast was clear but mostly to contemplate the odds of his boss wind-ecapitating him. the pirate massacre at thousand currents had, for the first time, given him a little appreciation for his job's relative safety. the fighters waltzed with death every second; he, as an outrider, only risked it upon message delivery.

was that a fly buzzing out from the mountain over there, though? wow, if they were developing a pest problem — ...wait, no, it was a fae. and... not just a fae. he doubted the guardian on her tail was good news. then again, better not to follow them; the scout could probably handle it herself. probably a little more worrisome was the horribly off-key humming emanating from halfway up the mountain. he squinted in its general direction. this mirror needed serious taking care of. he could handle bad music, but his superiors wouldn't be so lenient.

best get the message over with first, though.

he gained some altitude, easily finding his way to the peak. he found the big, black guardian there as usual, and in seemingly no better a mood than her decidedly frosty default. given the severity of his message and the dragoness's disposition, he made the wise decision not to land, instead flying in close and flapping a couple circles. "eleven of ours dead at thousand currents," he called down, keeping his voice measured. "two a'theirs. but 'ey, i visited a researcher and the results're fantastic! boss, boss, listen'a this! a little infidel is hatched almost every other day!" here, the wildclaw hiked himself up a few lengths, just in case she tried to wind-breath him. "also! found... three recruits, forked 'em over to somebody else. saw a mirror down the mountain, will check out immediately. oh, and, uh, whichever fae y'jes' sent out, she's bein' followed. hail kinslayer 'n have a nice day." except he wasn't sure she'd actually hear all of that last part, because he was already getting the heck outta dodge.

given a few fly-arounds, he rediscovered the source of the humming quickly enough. this time, the mirror wasn't so much humming as musing to herself with occasional bursts of humming.

"disgusting!... all the way... what they have..."

okay, he'd heard enough.

isaiah landed a little ways behind her — not quite gracefully, not quite majestically, but it happened — and gave a low, irritated growl, not because his face had literally planted into the ground and one of his kill-claws was poised to gouge out his eye, but simply to announce his presence. "hey!" with some effort, he picked himself up and folded his wings, lifting his chin so as to display that he was clearly not a clumsy or unrespectable individual. "state'cher business."