They did not hurt you, did they, Lady Kalla? Amaterasuu hissed again as the wyvern rider came over to her.
“Easy, Amaterasu. I'm fine. These wyvern are just like you were. They need our help,” Kalla soothed.
“Are they all like that?” the Arkaddian asked as he unwound the head covering, revealing a face that was handsome despite jagged scars. One eye was a milky white, seeing nothing. The other did indeed have hints of red in it, being a rich mahogany color. Kalla judged him not much younger than herself. For some reason he seemed vaguely familiar.
“My name is Kasai, by the way. Of the Khan's Harriers.”
Kalla gave him a gruff nod, impressed despite herself. She knew what the Harriers were- the elite guard of the Khan Arkaddia. Hunting hawks sent to gather information, and occasionally t
