“You can insist all you like,” Domaren said. But like a parent tiring quickly of their cute but frustrating child after a vexing day, Domaren’s smile fell. Domaren looked down and smiled as the guard repositioned his hand. His hand rested on his sword’s pommel, but he had not yet drawn it. “I must insist you wait here while we confirm your visitation with the Kihdai,” the original guard said firmly. After rushing over, the contingent of six guards stepped in front of the godknights and blocked their path. As they stepped out from the shadow, their movements sent the dust and bits in the air whooshing and scattering about. He motioned for other guards back in the corridor to join him. “Please, this is highly irregular,” the guard said, each subsequent syllable escalating with agitation. “Lord Domaren, Lady Isnyra,” the Prumo Hald guard said. They then set off at a brisk pace while a guard shuffled along in a hasty attempt to keep up. Domaren and Isnyra marched through them the moment there was room, just as they and the other knights had countless times before. The two godknights listened as the massive beams behind the doors slid out from their typical positions of prone reinforcement.Īfter dense rattles and bangs, the doors shook and cracked open, squeaking and groaning on their ancient hinges. He uttered his comment of uncertainty with a measured concern. “And honestly, I’m not sure I know what I would say if I heard the news that we are about to deliver,” he said. After one last bang, he tilted his head back towards Isnyra. “What is the delay? Open the doors!” He yelled. ![]() After the pair hopped to a stop in front of the doors, Domaren swung his arm back and pounded on them. He sighed with dread as he spoke, and glanced at Isnyra who seemed locked in a forward stare before focusing back on the entrance. “What do you think they will say?” She asked.Ī younger red dragon, and recently knighted, Isnyra was full of questions. She shifted to her human form and joined him in a jog towards Prumo Hald’s main doors. ![]() After swinging off his horse and tossing a torch to the nearby guard, he wiped his face and waited for Isnyra. Her massive dragon frame shot a wooden thud booming out in all directions. Domaren raced onto the bridge and blinked up through the rain in time to see Isnyra fold her wings back and land solidly next to him.
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