Cedar Sweep knight of flowers

A summons from his wandering sister would bring him running any day, urgent or no. Makhai knew it was too much to hope that she had had a sudden change of heart on her way off to cause mischief, had decided to call for an escort after all, and so it could only mean one thing: she'd found her mischief, whether she knew it or not. Her most refined skill, he often thought, and just as often scolded himself for his cruelty.

He circled to place himself downwind, and slowed somewhat when he caught the scent of a stranger, not wanting to create an obvious cause for urgency where there was none. There was time to get Europia away without a fuss.

Makhai let his eyes slide over the stranger as he approached, taking in all that he could, but duty and custom demanded that he greet the Princess first. Sister, he called out. Are you well? Duty and custom; burdensome, but as much as he shifted under the weight of it, his need to assure her safety was just as much a personal burden. He wished she would stop running off like this.