A Game of Flags

Chapter Eleven: The Dragon Goes South

𝗪eeks had past since the Council, it was all talk about it, the new year was coming around. But no one seemed to be getting decorations nor celebrating it.
Perrin just recently had his twenty-third birthday on the Eighteenth of December, and a private party was set up between the Three Younglings. But even that didn't cheer him up, at this point. He was running out of options.

Gimitri was pacing around the room, Perrin had just returned. Evera was sitting with his back against the wall, Perrin had told them about what happened at the Council, and Gimitri certainly had a few questions.
"I don't believe it," said Gimitri, "you get to go on an adventure yet we stay behind!"
"I had no choice," said Perrin. "With the stakes rosed high at the Council, i had no say but to agree. Please, understand."
"Nah, your getting rewarded for this. This isn't negotiable! Me and Evera could be good use, honest!"
"I know," sighed Perrin, "but it is what it is I guess."
"I knew i was right, i knew i had to protest!" Gimitri stared at the wall. "I need to choose words - very wise words, to get them to take me seriously!"
"We're Younglings, they will never take us seriously," said Evera. "Gimitri, maybe we can sneak onto the mission? If we're far away, they can't send us back."
"No!" said Perrin. "I won't let that happen! If you attempt it in any form i'll inform the others!"
"Sheesh," said Evera. "Plan B?"
"Yes," said Gimitri. "Plan B meaning my idea but yeah, sure, lets go with it."
The Window knocked again, as Greflyn stood outside, holding his bronze staff.
"Perekin," he said, "it is time to set sail."
Gimitri looked at Perrin. "You're leaving already?"
"I didn't expect it to be this early," said Perrin; "is it really time?"
"Well, of course," said Greflyn. "We can't stay forever. Hurry!"
Greflyn had walked away from the window, as Perrin quickly packed his things up, he grabbed a few valuable things: his flashlight, his sword, and his map.
"This is so un-negotiable!" said Gimitri. "I have to do something!"
Gimitri opened the door, as Perrin shouted, "Gimitri no!" as he followed after, with Evera shortly behind.

The Three Younglings had ran past Greflyn ("What is this madness!" said he.) as they ran to the Shrine, where Arathor and the others were getting their horses ready.
Gimitri jumped on the last stair. "I have had enough!" he said. "All you guys think that us Younglings should be treated like trash. I say we shalt not! We can be very valuable when we want to! You guys just can't see that, can you! Can you?!"
"I'm sorry, Gimigrin," said Arathor; "but this is a task that not even the happiest person can handle."
"But i want to be useful!" said Gimitri, stomping his foot on the ground. "Younglings can be useful! You just have to see it!"
Arathor looked at the others, as he turned back to Gimitri. "Alright, since it will probably be a bore for Meridith to be on his own during this, you and Everard can come along."
"Oh really!" said Gimitri getting gassed. "Oh, yay!"
He jumped about as he turned back to Arathor. "I will pack my things and be back in a few," he said. "Later!"
He jumped down the stairs and ran back into the Youngling-sized room, as he and Evera packed all the valuable things they need, before running back out and meeting with the others.
Eli's horse had D'Angelo behind him, who was the Dwarf that agreed to join the Group in the Council.
"Oh great!" said he. "Which horse am i going on?"
"You will be with Eli," said Arathor, as Gimitri climbed up. "Don't worry, Eli doesn't bite."
"Oh, i certainly don't!" said Eli. "Don't worry, lad. You can trust me!" He smiled at Gimitri as he gave Eli an awkward smile.
Perrin was set on Greflyn's horse, as Greflyn climbed infront. "Percival, you plan to not ask too many questions?" he asked. "The last thing i need is pressure and consideration."
Perrin chuckled. "Oh don't worry about me sir," he said, "i'll be just fine!" and a chuckle came out of Greflyn.
Evera was set on Arathor's horse. "You alright?" asked Arathor. "You look like you've just seen a ghost."
"Oh no, i'm fine," said Evera, "really - fine! This is just a big task for me - you know?"
"I get it," said Arathor, "it is not too late. You can still back down."
"Nah, it's alright. I want to help my friends. If they go, i go too!"
"You have good confidence in a task that can possibly destroy everything," Arathor looked at the others. "Horses, get set, go!"
And then the Horses set off, and soon after - they left Brookrill.

Twelve is soon!