found them regardless.
They hadn’t spoken of where they were
going next. What they would do. If they would
part ways at last, or remain as one united
group.
Manon had not asked or pushed them for
an alliance, to go to war. Hadn’t demanded to
know where they flew, such was their dire
need to get far from their camp this morning.
But tomorrow, Dorian thought as he slid
under the blankets of his bedroll, a lick of
flame of his own making warming the space,
tomorrow would force them to confront a few
things.
Bone-tired, chilled despite the magic that
warmed him, Dorian slumped his head against
the roll of supplies he used for a pillow.
Sleep had almost dragged him under when
a burst of cold slithered into the tent, then
vanished. He knew who it was before she sat
lily
(lily)
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