[private] Into the Lion Den[Heda]

[Ivar]

I V A R i'll use you as a makeshift gauge of how much to give and how much to take The name that the younger stallion gives him is not a familiar one. Kuma? However, the rest of what the silver-maned horse has to tell him confirms that Kuma must be the brightly marked mare that Ivar had frequently seen Imperial with. Imperial had called out for Heda, and then for anyone when that call had gone unanswered. Heda should be coming by now, Ivar thinks, but another quick scan of the horizons reveals no approaching buckskin figure. Raising his head, he echoes the summoning of the younger stallion, certain that the queen will be arriving shortly. The scaled stallion returns his attention to the silver black stallion as he continues to speak, detailing an afternoon trip gone terribly wrong. They should know to avoid Sylva, he thinks. But no – why would they? They have never been warned. There was no meeting called to warn the handful of Loessans of the dangers directly to the south. The realization has Ivar scowling even more deeply than he had at Imperial’s retelling. This could have been avoided entirely. While Ivar does not know this Kuma, she is someone that he had promised to protect. He’d accepted the title of General with the knowledge that all matters of security were his responsibility. The General refers to the Queen, of course, but the queen is absent. “Who is they?” He asks, his voice low, his brow furrowed in thought. “How many? What powers did they have?” Tactical knowledge is vital, he knows; best to gather what he can before Heda arrives, so he can advise her of the best possible actions to take. kelpie mimicry | dragon scales | tactile hypnosis

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