I give Flamevein an affectionate grumble as he comes up closer. For someone who let himself be captured he's awfully high and mighty. Granted, dragon wings are pretty impressive, but I won't be the one to tell him that. I wouldn't trade my hawk wings for them anyways. Horses these days; I swear they get fancier and odder with each birthing season. When I was young it was unusual to see a horse with wings and horns. Now there are children running around with plants for bodies and skeletons for wings and any number of other weirdness.
Dear gods, I sound old.
"How were the Amazons?" I ask sweetly, ignoring his jab. "Decided against joining the sisterhood, did you?"
I try to imagine Flamevein amongst the Amazons. I'm not sure who that would irritate more, but it would endlessly entertain me. Not going to lie, I might have giggled when I heard that he had been stolen away. Granted, it didn't make the Valley look all that great, but it was a sacrifice I was willing to make.
I toss my head at the flaming wall, a wry grin on my face.
"So. Been a bit busy since you got back? Planning on introducing yourself to ladies with a mention of flaming walls? Really now, whose idea was it to block the view?" I give him a mock scolding look. "You boys. I can't let you alone for one day without you renovating."
Truthfully, I think the wall was a good plan. Not that anyone asked me what I thought.
G A L L O W S
We must all hang together or, assuredly, we shall all hang separately.
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