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    Lumen's decision to raid the arena’s stockroom had been a good one afterall. Even he had underestimated the number of supplies their troop would need in his mind, the bandages, the splints, the medicines.

    Certainly all could be gathered or substituted in some fashion. His mother, thanks to her time travelling along the border towns, had acquired a great deal of earthly wisdom.

    Lumen however was not going to chance the health of the other Lions on lessons he only vaguely remembered as a boy.

    He passed down a street of cracked cobblestone and overgrown weeds that peeked, and threatened to overtake the narrow alley. In this part of the city the buildings, mostly two story shops and taverns stood tall and almost seemed to curve towards the road, blotting out some of the sky.

    It was here that he’d spent nearly all of his pocket money, gathering various books and tomes. Medical texts, particularly on the subject of the avian-human subspecies.
    Perhaps the most out of place of these medical encyclopedias was the ‘Anatomy and biology of Equus Caballus’. Horses.

    As he’d suspected earlier, the body of works regarding centaurs was practically non-existent.

    Lumen wasn’t even sure it would be useful, in any capacity. Odds were, she wouldn’t even allow him close enough to treat her let alone answer a fairly invasive line of questions about centaur anatomy.

    Having found no luck in sating her desires for food and drink without actually entering an establishment, Namida begrudgingly opted to collect the supplies they might need for their journey. It was certainly a better idea to collect them now than attempt to do so after she wound up too drunk to get back out through the tavern door.

    Strapping the last bit of it securely within her saddlebags, she heaved a gruff sigh and flexed her wounded leg before continuing her slow progress through the streets. It offered a continuous ache with every step, but at least the bleeding had stopped.

    As Lumen rounded the next corner, he was suddenly faced with the current subject of his woes. Many of the commoners had already cleared the street out of fear or anxiety at her presence, and the Doctor would have as well, had he not noticed her limping step.

    An injury from the tournament no doubt. Even as mighty as she was, it didn’t seem like something she could just walk off as many warriors do. In fact, if he hadn’t been as blunt about it with the other Lions, nearly half of them would probably be starting their journeys with some sort of hampering injury.

    “Hello!”, Lumen called with as much confidence as he could muster, which was suddenly killed when he realized she hadn’t given the group her name, “Fellow...Lionheart!”
    Well, as far as greetings went he’d had worse.

    As it usually happened, her mere presence parted the crowd like a royal procession of one. With a huffing laugh to herself, she wondered how the tavern's patrons would react to her entry. Her musings were soon interrupted though by the sound of a vaguely familiar voice.

    With a irritated snort, she halted and half turned toward him. The lizard man from earlier, great.. What did he call himself again? Lumos, no... Lemon? Ah, hell... She gave him a flat look, staring him down. "You need something, scale-man?"

    Well, he’d dealt with difficult patients before, the kind that didn’t accept help from anyone. Perhaps this would go more smoothly if she thought she was doing him a favor?
    “Ahh, y-yes”, Lumen replied hurriedly, sensing the woman's impatience.

    “His Highness asked me to examine everyone for combat readiness”
    Well, that wasn’t exactly true, but he had gone along with it. More importantly, he avoided bringing attention to her rather obvious injury. Traditional warrior cultures, he’d read, responded to any implied weakness or injury angrily. “My name is Doctor Lumen, by the way. I don’t think we were introduced properly”

    "Namida." The name was spoken as flatly as the look she was giving him. Her flaxen tail swished at her flank in annoyance. Two leggeds... always wasting time with things like that. Not wanting to chance irking the one person in this city able to humble her without even lifting a hand though, she heaved a heavy sigh.

    Did she have any choice? No, none at all really. "Do your duty then, Doctor, but be quick about it."

    That was...easier than expected?
    Regardless, he couldn’t very well do this in the middle of the street.
    “Lets go to the Tavern where everyone else is meeting up then,” Lumen suggested, “It’ll be easier, and a bit more private.”

    Giving a gruff sound that could vaguely be construed as a short laugh, she shrugged before rolling her shoulders. "Well, at least it won't be a complete waste of my time. That's where I was headed anyway." With that, she turned away not bothering to wait for him to follow.

    After a time, she found herself standing just outside the establishment. The door was low, even for some not roaming around on four hooves. It seemed that anyone standing over six feet high had to dip slightly. Why did everyone on two feet always seem to prefer meeting in places like this?

    Shaking her head, she stooped her humanoid torso low and carefully stepped inside. It must have been quite a sight for patrons already well in drink to witness. Some were drunk enough to chance a chuckle, others murmured nervously, but all were smart enough to give her space even with as crowded as the tavern had become.

    Glancing behind to make sure her saddlebags and hind quarters cleared the door frame without issue, she failed to take into account the height of the cross beams that helped support the upper level of the building. As she turned her sights forward, her head found the first of them with a heavy thud.

    With a grunting curse, she stooped again and leered at the interior as she made her way forward. The bar was swarmed with customers, but there was one table further in that seemed still empty, save for one. Of course the table chosen would be at the back of the tavern…
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    Theorynn had been one of the first to leave the arena and head out in to the streets. She knew the tavern they’d all end up in before the night was out and she would find her way there eventually, but for now she was on a mission. Winding her way through the throngs of revelers and the vendors that lined the streets she made her way to the one part of town that was never quiet empty, but certainly never had more than a few living entities within it. Ducking below the marble arch that marked the entrance to the graveyard Theorynn bowed her head to the grand statue of the first king, or at least the attempted likeness of him that some artist or another had attempted in stone.

    Moving with clearly practiced motions Theorynn passed between the graves placed in neat rows in the small yard until she reached one with a sword and helm etched in to the headstone. It wasn’t anything grand or fit for a king, but why would you make something grand for a place where no body lay rotting beneath? Kneeling before the stone Theorynn pressed her head to the cool surface and smiled.

    “I did it father,” she said quietly, “I did it just like you. I’m a Lion Heart just as you were. I can finally prove to everyone that I am worth something and.......and I’m....I’m a little scared. I mean....what if I fail before we ever start? I believe in the King, but what if I mess things up? What if we fail and it’s my fault? Is this really where I’m supposed to be? I’ve strived for this moment my whole life and now I’m here but.....why am I so hesitant? Am I afraid to die? Afraid of what I’ll find?.....what if I find you out there? What’s left of you.......I’m so confused.....”

    Theorynn’s hand twitched when her ears caught the sound of another set of boots approaching her from the same direction which she’d entered. Had she been followed? Was someone trying to get rid of her already? She couldn’t let that happen, but she couldn’t act until she was certain.

    “Why are you so confused little bear,” the stranger chuckled, “did I truly teach you nothing? You have made it here and your journey is far from over. No use dwelling on what if’s when there is far more to focus on right in front of you.”

    Theorynn nearly fell over in shock at the sound of the voice she recognized behind her. Whirling around to face the man she blinked owlishly at him a moment before flinging herself at him in a haphazard embrace.

    “Sir Cian,” she cried out in joy, “I can’t believe it! I didn’t think you’d make it here! Not with the last time I saw you! Your leg- Your leg! Oh shit, I’m sorry! Did I hurt you? Are you alright?”

    Sir Cian winced slightly as Theoryyn barreled in to him and put weight on the aforementioned injured leg. A foolish injury he’d gotten for not watching his footing during an intense sword fighting lesson not too long ago. Waving away the worried expression Theorynn gave him the stout older knight pat her shoulder affectionately.

    “Do not worry for me little bear,” he said with a hearty chuckle ruffling her hair with his massive bear paw sized hands, “I have had far worse from far less worthy opponents. Though the physician did fuss a bit when I decided to come out to see my favorite little thief.....I’m proud of you Theorynn, and your father would be proud as well. You have made a place for yourself in this world when no one would give you one and you have fought long and hard to get to where you wanted to be. You could not disappoint us if you tried.”

    Theorynn gave Sir Cian a watery smile and lightly punched him in the arm. He knew she hated sappy things like that and they always made her tear up.

    “You crazy old coot,” she sniffled, “no wonder he’d always told us to watch out for you when we were little. Nothin’ but trouble.”

    “Aye,” Cian laughed his deep green eyes crinkling at the edges, “but as it turns out you were the bigger troublemaker all along. Now go enjoy the festival will you? There are people out there excited to meet the new Lion Hearts. You’ve got an adoring public now.”

    Giving the girl a push back toward the graveyard entrance Sir Cian encouraged her to go back in to the crowd and enjoy the present. The past was no place for one so young. Accepting a small hug he watched her leave.

    “Ah she’s just as stubborn and determined as you Emeric,” he sighed to the empty grave running a hand through his short greying hair, “I hate to see her go knowing she may never come back, but......I pray for her safe return and know that she is in good company.”

    Back in the crowded streets Theorynn wound her way through well wishers and awestruck passerby smiling and waving at all congratulations and cries of jubilation. It was odd having so many eyes on her so suddenly. Was this how the King always felt? Spotting the Centaur and Doctor Lumen heading in to the tavern, Theorynn ducked out from a ring of well wishers and new admirers and hurried in through the doorway behind them. Wrapping an arm around Lumen’s shoulders she smiled widely exposing her trademark dimples once again.

    “Round of drinks for everyone seems appropriate right,” she chuckled, “we have just become the saviors of the world right? Least we could do is act like it’s not a big deal. Glad to have you lot along for the ride though, I’d be a wreck on my own!”

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    A surprised blush heated up Lumen’s cheeks, all the more obvious thanks to his blue tinted scales.
    She was--ahh, close.

    “R-right”, Lumen affirmed, “You just have to save the world, and I just have to patch you up”
    He glanced about the Tavern. Despite the presence of Royalty and Lions, several of the patrons seemed to be celebrating in earnest, and King Seig seemed to be leading his people on the conquest.
    Even Theorynn was in high spirits, and although he knew next to nothing about her he’d expected a slightly more somber reaction. From her, from everyone.
    He smiled back at her. It was fake, but a good fake.
    “Save me a seat, I have to help Miss Namida with an injury”
    He folded the key to a fairly spacious backroom in his hand, rented from the tavern-master as he’d entered.

    It had been for the purpose of doctor-patient privacy, but he couldn’t deny it was a bit more indulgent than that given he’d ordered a few amenities with it. He could expect a steaming hot bath in a few hours, if he still retained his senses by then.
    He waited until Theorynn had retracted her arm and moved on, then moved back towards Namida, having to nearly shout over the loud conversations of the tavern, “If you’d follow me, Miss Namida”, Lumen offered, having pushed his way through the throng of people, “I rented a room, so we should have more space for this”

    He still had a bit of work to do, before he could relax. If he could relax.

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    Kaia looked over the handy work on her hand. Lumen was quite handy with his trade, a good thing to. With her luck and the luck of the others if she had to guess they would need a lot of patching up. As he said. Kaia had all but forgotten her injured hand during the events that followed the choosing of the lion hearts. But after he'd pointed it out she had to admit the pain was quite... painful. The damage wouldn't be permanent but she's likely have a little scare depicting the event later.

    Kaia looked up at the stir in the tavern as the Center entered and covered up a small surprised chuckle as she smacked her head against a cross beam. Poor Giant, she must be so fed up with the little peoples buildings and strange ways. Though she'd likely never tell the women that out loud. She looked to Theorynn and grinned raising her glass. "Here here!" she said. As serious as their quest was and she had no doubt they would face their time of trials and lose and sadness... but for now it was a time to get to know her companions even as two of them were going off to treat the injury's from the arena.

    She was admittedly curious about the centaur women, she was so strong and strange but she seemed approachable, she hopped that would change with time. She also wished to get to know Lumen better, after all he was much like herself a half breed with unique features. She ruffled her feathers and grinned again as she took a swig wondering what her mother would be thinking, and how her father must feel. "Lets drink! and be merry for tomorrow our serious quest awaits."
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    Default The Morning After: So We Begin

    As every old night ended, so did a new morning begin. With that morning came those who dragged themselves from stupor to meet the day and set to work and then there were those who wake as the sun peeked out from behind the horizon who stood before a grand set of etched gates that crept open.

    Seig pulled his hood up over his face and adjusted the way his cloak sat over his shoulders, he, like all of them was dreary with exhaustion from the night before, but, in their world magic was the thing that kept their bodies evened out. The moment they stepped through the shimmering barrier held in place by the gates his magic would flourish out of him. "To hell we ride." He was the first to take a step forward and in a way it was like stepping through a light waterfall. There was a kind of weight that dropped off of him as his foot passed through the barrier, then his hands, and finally his shoulders. It was almost cooling and in an odd way it was the first time he could breathe.

    I'm Free.

    He felt it, the surge he'd known was coming. It was almost enough to lift him from his feet as the air kissed his skin and the beast that had been caged within erupted with such force, such excited that it was if a surge of wind originated from him and forced the ground to move beneath his feet as the dirt kicked into the air and petals of every glower were blasted into nothing. That power searched for its host, not one, not two but five and it bashed against the barrier as they stood behind it. It was visual in form as it fought to connect to them. The wind in the sky moved out of its way and even the barrier shown force pounding against it, yet it resisted and those with the title of Lion Heart simply watched for a moment in in a kind of dumbfounded awe.

    Giredania consumed and guarded against all things magic. In the High City, Seig could never adhere to his full power, a power that when unchecked in its first moments took a physical form as it surged and crackled along Seig's body but out here? The embrace of mana against them all was going to be felt. A hang over wouldn't feel like much once mana coursed through their veins and the wounds from their previous trials evaporated as if they had never really existed.

    Outside the city walls there wasn't much that wasn't already seen, but even so, there was a freedom that existed that Seig had not known since his birth. For once, the High City didn't seem like much of a prison, more of a home being left behind. Would he ever see it again? Who knows.

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    Theorynn woke up the next morning about an hour or so before the sun rose. The night before was a blur of conversation drink and food. Luckily she hadn’t over done it and her hangover was mild, but the dull throbbing in her head suggested that she maybe not do such things if she intended to wake up so early. Stretching her well muscled arms above her head Theorynn slipped from her lodgings at the inn quietly and strolled outside in to the early morning mist.

    By the time the sun had begun to peek over the horizon Theorynn stood at the grand city gates as they slowly cracked open before their small company, her silvery mail catching the glimmering light of morning where it lay exposed beneath her cloth raiments. Letting loose a small smile as the warmth of the sun began to wash over her Theorynn felt her excitement welling up in her chest along with a feeling of nostalgia. This would be one of hundreds of times she had passed through the enormous gates that closed off the city from the outside world, but only the second that she would spend traveling long distances to reach a new goal. The prospect brought her no end of glee. No matter the end result she would be happy to breathe the air outside the city walls and sleep among the stars.

    As the king stepped out and his powers released with what to Theorynn looked like the same bursting energy and enthusiasm for their adventure ahead her eyes glimmered with awe and joy. The energy of his magics called to her like siren song, a promise to whisk her away in to the great beyond as far as her legs could carry her and then some. Taking a step forward she hesitantly stepped through the barrier herself and felt the magics grab hold of her like a rag doll amidst a violent maelstrom. Relaxing her body she let the torrent of energy take hold and seep deep within her every fiber. It felt so natural, so right and it was as if that energy was filling a space she hadn’t even known was empty.

    Barely containing her thrill at the feel of the magics coursing through her veins Theorynn turned to the King with a sideways smile and let out a shaky breath. It was a lot to take in all at once, but she was ready to prove her worth.

    “To hell and back again,” she said, “I think I might be able to follow you through that.”

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    Lumen was groggy and irritable at his lack of sleep the next morning. His memory of the previous nights events was blurry at best, a red tinted mix of chaotic last minute preparations and bad decisions.
    The scaly man all but had to roll out of bed, taking the sheets with him as he thunked down on the hard wood floor.
    “Fffffuck my head hurts…”, Lumen groaned. He slipped out of the cloth and stood up with a loud crack from his joints, skyclad if not for the several wraps of bandages that criss-crossed his body almost haphazardly, some with a light scarlet stain.
    Rather than injuries sustained in the fighting yesterday, he was instead a victim of his mysterious fathers lineage.

    Moulting was an unpleasant experience. His scales would crack and peel at the surface and the skin underneath hijacked by a process totally alien to mammals, would be cut and bleed as the new scales forced their way to the surface. The pain was not particularly bad, but what set him over the edge was the near suicidal desire to itch under his hardened scales. Repeat over the large sections of his body, and it was enough to drive Lumen almost insane.
    Usually moulting took a week, but he didn’t have a week.

    Fortunately though, Lumen could cheat. Water, mixed with a heavy amount of lemon juice dried out his scales within only an hour. From there he had to thank his steady hands as a surgeon, as only a chisel was sufficient to grind off the scales.
    It hurt, like the sensation of plucking a nose hair over three or four hours. But by the time it was over, Lumen was no longer ready to take a hand drill to his itchy skin.
    Sanitize, wrap the newly emerging scales, and this fucking awful miracle of nature was over. It would still take almost a week for the new scales to set, during which he would have to wear a bandage over his face.
    It was going to be a pain in the ass to explain all of this to someone else, but now his mood was only hungover and irritable, excessively polite in comparison to his mood during a full moult.

    He dressed in clothes suitable for travelling, a light brown cotton shirt over a longer tunic and dark pants tucked into tall boots.
    Belted of course with--
    He let out an exasperated grunt as he handled his tail, triple bandaged. Unlike the rest of his body it was all scales, and it was going to be the most difficult to manage. Even further still, it had been doing...weird things, since the ceremony of the Lionheart. It was twitching, shifting, things it very well shouldn’t have been able to do because of its sheer size and weight.
    His entire life it had been a nearly useless dead-weight, and a few hundred times he’d considered just chopping it off in one sweep. Some species of lizardfolk that had been studied had done so in order to better integrate into a human dominated society. But then, some lizardfolk also grew their tails back. Some also bled out almost instantly after losing their tails.
    Without knowing what kind of lizardfolk he was descended from, if his father actually had been one and not one of the multitude of other reptilian races, the risk was too big.
    Lumen decided to tuck his tail under an arm, letting it dangle to the right of his mid torso. Coiling it around his waist would be too painful.

    Lumen had been beaten by a few other early risers, some of those gathered seemed almost more annoyed and irritable than he. His bandaged face had already drawn a few concerned and quizzical looks, but no one seemed especially eager to ask. Perhaps for fear that during the nights chaos they’d somehow done it?
    Well, that was fine. He’d been trying to carefully nurse a polite and friendly impression with the group, and allowing one off morning to ruin that would be a hard step backwards.

    As they approached the city limits and the barrier, Lumen had expected to feel no small amount of trepidation and fear. But, almost to his surprise those feelings were missing. Well, wasn’t that a good thing?
    He’d spent a good portion of the night writing a letter to his mother, explaining this bizarre twist of fate, reaffirming that he would be back soon. Perhaps that was the source of his confidence? Or the tidal wave of foreign hormones coursing through his body to trigger his scale growth?
    Either way he was oddly not worried, and that instead made him worry.

    Stepping beyond the barrier that warded magical energy from the capital, Lumen felt a burning warmth spin through his body, as though he were standing in the sun during the hottest day of the hottest month of the year. He felt sick enough to vomit, and drunkenly elated simultaneously, enough that he had to drop down to a knee and force himself to breathe.
    If you were to compare Lumen’s ability to contain magic to a cup, he was very much a shot glass. Brief, controlled bursts.
    But now that glass had been dropped into something...altogether bigger. Was this the power of the Lionheart?
    Underneath his bandages he could feel his skin knitting together, not unlike how he himself used magic. Pushed up by the flesh underneath, he could now feel his scales settling into their proper places.
    He hurriedly unwrapped his tail, uncomfortably tight.
    Red scales gleamed in the morning sun, tail practically twirling with ease.
    “W-what…?”
    He hurried to remove the rest of his bandages, creating some slack within his tunic to complete the task.
    All red scales. But why? Was this another odd effect of the Lionhearts power?

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    Devrin had not made it to the festivities at the Inn the night before. After departing from the company of his friend, nostalgia overtook him - perhaps Cassian spiked his drink? - and he found himself wandering the crowded city streets with other citizens. He was, Hy far, not a fan of crowds. How he had managed trips into other Barrier cities, was beyond him. He offered his gratitude for his departed companions over a mug of Spiced Apple Whiskey. Giredania was one of the few places he could find it other than among Lyse traders.

    Giredania during the Festival offered numerous commodities and comforts that he was unaccustomed, and being chosen as a Lion Heart, meant some merchants were more generous than others. Guilted by memories, food and beverage quickly began to lose its appeal. How many food stalls had he visited, and what was that saucy meat kabob made of? Devrin could handle his liquor, though all the free drinks had taken a toll on him by the time he drug himself into the Inn later that night. Sleep did not come easy for him, for a cold, empty bed was less comforting than sleeping on rocks or freezing stones.

    How he wished to have spent the evening with Minerva...

    With a loud groan, Devrin threw an arm over his face, cursing the light that seaped through the curtains. A slight hangover, indeed, but he dreaded the morning sun more and more as he aged - or he just really hated mornings. His body cracked like stepping on a pile of dried twigs, and he couldn't help but grimace from the lingering pain in his side. The elixir Cassian fave was not a miracle, but had eased the pain to make it less noticeable. He dressed quickly, fastening his weapons and pouches to his belt. There was a package left on the nightstand, a 'Good Luck' gift from Cassian, from what the note said. Ever the worrywart, Cassian always looked out for those he cared from, and Devrin smiled at the thought. The blind must've snuck in recently, because his wife's famous raspberry muffins we're still warm.

    Adeline is too good for him, Devrin mused, nibbling on a muffin. He would have to sort through the package more thoroughly later, but the spare bandages and medicinal herbs might benefit Lumen. He paid his tab at the Inn and made his way to the main gate to join the other Lion Hearts and the King.

    Others had already arrived at the Gate before he strolled up, finishing the last of his raspberry muffin. He cleared his throat, and dusted the crumbs off his shirt and cuirass. "Can't travel on an empty stomach," he mumbled, to no one in particular. Lumen was already in attendance, and if there wasn't a small crowd gathering to see their departure, he might've struck up a conversation. The man was covered in bandages, and if he remembered his time in the clinic... Was Lumen moulting again? The poor guy couldn't catch a break.

    To see the King was one thing; to see the King's power burst into existence as he stepped through an invisible veil, was an entirely different sight. Devrin's entire body tingled, newfound energy surging throughout his being as he stepped through the Gate. He gasped in shock, a gloved hand reaching up to clasp his chest at the cuirass. His pulse was racing, reminiscent to adrenaline coursing through his veins on the battlefield. He felt alive. More alive than he had felt in months. Nearby, others had experienced something similar to Devrin. Lumen's experience had particularly changed his appearance. From blue to red scales, his old friend looked like a new man, and Devrin was eager to dive into Hell with the others.

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    The next morning, Namida woke with a low groan and pushed herself up with a heavy hand against the wall from where she had apparently passed out in the back of the tavern the night before. Normally, sots that got that far gone were hastily removed, but for her shear size and new status as Lion Heart, she had avoided the particular humiliation of being tossed into the street on her face. She had definitely done her part to deplete the tavern owner’s stock and her sore body and a few broken tables scattered throughout the main room were evidence to exactly how booze-blind she let herself become. When she first caught sight of Lumen’s bandaged state, she was a bit concerned she had been at least partly responsible for it, but he didn’t seem particularly wary of her as he made his painful exit so she shrugged it off.

    Muttering lowly as she held her head, Namida carefully made her way out of the tavern only to hiss as the bright light of morning assaulted her narrowed eyes. When they all met at the main gate and Seig stepped through the Barrier, she eyed the sudden strange display of magic bashing against the invisible wall with a warry snort. Normally, the warrior centaur would be the first to charge into the frey, but she had never been overly fond of magic and what she witnessed waiting for them now was enough to give her large frame reason to pause. Seeing the others stride through with little trepidation though, she cursed her own hesitation and clopped through the Barrier with a determined snort and swish of her tail.

    Immediately, the strange power overtook her, coursing through her veins in a baffling rush of inexplicably strange cooling warmth. It was both soothing and invigorating as it stole away her physical woes and stoked the fires of her determination. The overwhelming sensation was too much to stand still for and she soon bucked and reared with a mighty thrashing of her hooved legs. Her large hazel eyes were wide with a wild look of renewed vigor and her chests heaved with anticipating breaths as if she were primed and ready for battle. She eyed each and every one of her new compatriots with a strange grin, feeling as if she could take on a whole family of giants in that moment single-handedly and emerge victorious.
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    Kaia stood just behind the barrier with the others in a wonderful state of awe at the sight. It was both terrifying and awe inspiring at the same time. She hadn't even felt the touch of the magic itself but the display made her feathers fluff around her shoulders and she could feel an aching tingle in every feather tip as she stood with her halberd clutched tightly in one hand.

    Kaia let out a shaky first breath before she grinned briefly at the barrier and the physical manifestation of the kings magic beyond it and dove through. Immediately enveloped in the surge of energy the latched onto her. It was like back in the arena but at the same time, different. The ache from her knee and hand were gone in an instant replaced by the feeling of fresh energy and vigor.

    It was breath taking enough that Kaia couldn't help something of a gleeful outburst so filled with energy the young avian women couldn't contain it as her light prancing footsteps carried her past Seig. This was a serious matter but even so Kaia could not bring herself to lose her smile or her enthusiasm. Her father would have been much more stoic she was sure but she couldn't help it. Joy seemed to be her first emotion of everyday.

    "Smile Seig." She said more gently as she took a few steps closer. "To hell we might ride, But its together. The world is still beautiful, its still here." She said reaching out and gently touched his arm. "And things will change, I can feel it in my feathers." she told him offering another smile before she withdrew her hand and stepped back respectfully.

    "Things rarely stagnate, especially in our world." He looked back over the shoulder she had rested her hand on, through the barrier and into these eyes of those who followed him. He beckoned to them, not in movement but in the way he caught each of their gaze before turning away and stepping forward. The barrier was like a special field in a way, inside of it magic was reduced but looking through it you could see the sheer power radiating off now not just him, but Kaia as well.

    There was only one true downside to sharing any form of magic with others, especially the first time, something he'd known for awhile, something he'd feared just a bit. The voice in his head was loud but, quiet, it was always there but it was as if it stood next to him.

    "Hello, Kaia. I've been expecting you."

    It was abrupt and without warning. Seig didn't say a word, he just waited for her reaction, patiently and motioned for her to followed him as he continued walking, the others would fall in behind and in the moment they all became connected, he'd show them exactly what they were capable of.

    Kaia spun on her heels to the group and then around herself but there was no one else beyond her and Seig. She was stunned, it was a voice she was not familier with, it didn't even resemble those of her new companions and yet. She stopped in her spin once more facing the king she watched him for only a moment before she moved after him. Amazing. There was so much she did not know about magic and if this was the magic... could it hear her thoughts?

    "Is this how you've always felt?" she asked as she caught up to Seig. "Is this part of the reasons you've always been so... distant?" she asked after a moment. It had startled her at first but it was almost a familier presence in a way, perhaps even warm and comforting. For the first time since she'd known him she didn't feel like he was quite so distant.

    "It has always been there. Ever since I was a child." He let escape a little smile and peered back over his shoulder as the others cautiously pushed their way through the barrier, as each person moved the voice greeted them. It was feminine in nature but had an otherworldly echo of a male hinging just around the the final warbles of sound.

    He looked at Kaia and felt a little more at ease now that she knew, it was a small weight lifted off his shoulders, that a child hood friend now understood things that had escaped her for so long. The others, he'd known for a short time so, to them this may not be as jarring but to someone who'd been around as long as Kaia? This was something of an upset and yet, his feathered friend took it in a perfect stride.

    Kaia smiled gently at him. A constant companion. "Amazing." she said finely spinning her halberd behind her and holding it behind her back with both hands. Things she could only guess at for years suddenly made some sense to her. But she'd always believed that when he was ready Seig would share. She'd been right though she never would have dreamed it would be like this. "Thank you, Seig." she said quietly as she walked with him and cast her gaze over the spiraling lands they would traveling across. something new and exciting, and yet terrifying.


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