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𝑾𝑨𝑹 𝑶𝑭 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑺 ˖*°࿐ 𝟎𝟐. utterances wielded as blades ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
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𓆩⟡𓆪
VALAENA COULDN'T DENY IT. She enjoyed mornings, moreover, she loved them. It was just something about them: the calm and peace, when her family was still sleeping and she could hear the silence roaming outside her chambers.
She relished that sensation, waking up at the crack of dawn and changing quickly into her riding leathers, tying her hair in half braids to keep it out of her face, and silently leaving her dorm to enjoy a nice flight with her dragon.
She could tell Lyraeth wasn't the greatest fan of this, the she-dragon being a heavy sleeper as she was. But Valaena knew how to convince her, promising she could grab a snack on their way if she caved in.
As it was common, the dragon couldn't deny her anything. So as every morning (when she could escape her maids), Valaena found herself in the sky, shivering at the cold air hitting her face, squinting her eyes as the sun began to rise, breathing in the calm that surrounded them.
But as everything in her life, something always had to crush her plans: a screech behind her made her open her eyes, looking behind her shoulder in alarm, Lyraeth tensing beneath her. Who on earth had found her so quickly?
