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[Feyre]

Feyre

The only thing that saved her from attacking the thing as it moved through the Deserts sand was the names that came from it's lips. Yael. Vanquish. Anyone? The black mare pauses from atop the sand dune she had crested after it. Her plan had been to jump down after it, attacking it from a higher elevation that would have given her an advantage. However, it had spoken just when she was getting ready to send her weight flying down the sand.

She stills, it's steps taking it farther and farther from her until she sees the tree in the distance it seems to be heading towards. She slides down the sand, no longer making herself silent as she realizes this thing is possibly a friend and she goes to call for it, when it slides into a shadow and waits. The raven not far from it makes her eyes narrow.

But then a golden dragon is landing beneath the shade the tree throws off and with a nicker to the Thing she moves closer to the dragon until it shifts into Yael and a foal is there. She is too far away to see what happens, to see what is going on until she gets there and the dragon mare is already flying off back to the commotion in the Chamber. She noses the still girl on the ground, turning to look back towards where the Thing was making it's way over to them. The command that Yael had given him unknown to Feyre.

"Hey!" She calls. "I'm Feyre. Do you think we can get her to the protective place that Vanquish made?" She doesn't explain to him what is going on, thinking that perhaps he would already know. "I don't like her being out here in the open like this." And then she settles in to wait, even though she fairly vibrated with the urge to go after her King and Queen to fight for their home.

“If at first you don't succeed, try, try again. Then quit. No use being a damn fool about it.”

photo by Vitor Schietti