Winter

[ohazhuremylove]

  They are all there - her husband, his father, her children, and the other Enchanters. Azhure opens her mouth to speak, and then...  The song is like nothing she's ever heard. Her father, WolfStar, that madman. He has done this, somehow, ripped her from her very reality and put her quite somewhere else. She can remember the cold of winter that

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[eyrienprince]

Speaking of wings!

This particular one is more of the 'batlike' variety, though, and has an expression of seriously dubious wariness from where he just landed, probably ten feet away and poised warily, posture the expert grace of a fighter. And a good one.

Don't take offense, Azhure, Lucivar looks like that at everyone.

His narrowed golden eyes might ask the question, but Lucivar has never liked beating around the bush and subtlety and silly things like that. "Who are you," and it's not really that much of a question.

(Also, welcome, but he'll get to that later. Much later.)

[eyrienprince]

He considers that, then nods, slightly. "Perhaps provided my Queen doesn't need me." Provided you don't make me nervous. Some women do.

[ohazhuremylove]

She smiles broadly. "I look forward to meeting you again, then. Fly free, Lord Yaslana," she says, a formal closure to a conversation. With that, at his notion that she would not be shot down from the sky, Azhure simply fans out her wings and takes flight.

She is eager to see the layout of the land.