Dragoncrest Cliffs The Prince And The Dragons

Seri speaks up, announcing what she’s willing to do, and she feels that might do some good. Arrille hasn’t offered much but trying to get her in trouble, even if he doesn’t mean to, and she feels her stomach turn into knots. If it churns anymore, she’s sure to spill the contents of whatever she’d eaten last. A breath lodged in her throat when Blixen speaks up, staring more intently at the ground; any harder and she’d burn a hole straight through to the other side of the world.

Blixen takes the fall. Sort of. She blinks a few times, slowly lifting her gaze and turning it to her friend. The girl could have very easily said it is her fault—it is—but she takes away some of them blame. That should be enough to make it easier to breathe but she still struggles, and she looks over at the fiery girl as she fights back the painful tears welling up in her eyes. A few blinks shy them away and she eases a little closer, but it’s subtle and slow.

Thuringwethil’s voice isn’t happy and she flinches when she tells them there is no position for them. Her heart sinks to the depths of her chest in an instant but she can’t find the courage to fight back. She can find him later and apologize.

But a moment later, she and Blixen are given a command to take Seri away and leave her alone with Arrille. Nervously, she looks back at Blixen and waits for her decision to move and should she lead them away, she’ll follow along. Anything to get out of heda’s range.