into their lungs, they tucked in their wings,
locked claws, and plunged headfirst toward
the earth.
Manon saw the trap before Iskra did.
Saw it the moment Petrah broke free,
golden hair streaming as she drew her sword
and her wyvern began to circle.
Tight, precise circles around Iskra and her
bull as they plummeted.
So tight that Iskra’s bull did not have the
space to open its wings. And when it tried,
Petrah’s wyvern was there, tail or jaws
snapping. When it tried, Petrah’s sword was
there, slashing ribbons into the beast.
Iskra realized it then.
Realized it as they fell and fell and fell,
and Petrah circled them, so fast that Manon
wondered if the Blueblood Heir had been
practicing these months, training for this very
moment.
lily
(lily)
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