Drakania
I found Newt stroking the mane of the unruly horse. It was truly a beautiful beast, a white mare with a grey mane. “Newt!” I called, running towards him. His head perked up and looked for me. “Newt, I need you to find Gilda and make two bids for me.”
He gave the mare one more pat. “Oh? Two bids?” He asked, giving me a mischivious look.
I responded to his raised eyebrow with my own. “Yes, Gideon the wolf and Devere the whelp. I think their numbers were 142 and 337” I said quickly.
“Devere? Like the love of my life Devere?” he mocked.
I pushed his shoulder. “Yes! Now hurry!” I squealed. Newt was the only one who knew about our letters. He always covered for me when I snuck out, there was no doubt in my mind he would be supportive of
