Silverlight Terrace Surrender to your heart

He will not strike immediately; to do so would be folly. He instead trots slowly the direction she runs, waiting for the others to join him. Hydra returns his call, as does a young voice--either Arcturus or Revui, he presumes. They have been largely silent in his time here, so he does not recognize the tone. They are coming.

Llewellyn breaks into the easiest of lopes, watching the Blackfeather woman stumble and fall over the ground. She does not know this place as well as they do: they have the advantage. Still, he cannot get cocky.

He throws a quick glance over his shoulder, searching for his war party.