Yhendorn
When we leave Keya and Elio’s troupe, my mind is swirling with the myriad of things that I need to do. Vaeril agreed that Anala could take us to our troupe, which makes me feel better after our last encounter in the woods.
We had various levels of agreement with calling the conclave to declare war. Some, like Llewel, the fat, pompous king as Kenna called him, don’t want war. While I agree that war should always be a last resort, we’ve reached that point. War is imminent. The only thing that remains to be seen, in my mind, is how the dragons will feel about the elves when all of this is done.
‘Peace, my king. We will win this war, and the dragons will remember which elves fought for them,’ my dragon says in our mind link.
That is another thing that is going through my mind. My
