43. Return to the CityDawn was rapidly approaching when Aiden put the finishing touches on Iolair’s runic cloak. He had spent much of the previous day experimenting until he had cobbled together something that might just work. His first few attempts had not turned out very well, the runes falling apart before they had even covered Iolair, but once he added Onn, the craftsman, into the mix, it started to hold shape. The finished product was not exactly like Torca’s staff, since the runes were anchored to ones Aiden had etched into Iolair’s harness, but he was confident it would shield and protect her while Aiden was far away.
Iolair flexed her wings. “I don’t feel any different. Can you still see me?”
“Yes,” Aiden admitted. “But I drew the runes. They’re not made to hide you from me.”
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