Megara Dust

Dark Seer

She floated sadly above the bridge. Once she pushed the big wooden doors, she plastered on a smile, to not let her father worry. She curtsied and continued to float. He stood with a smile and curtsied as well. "How are you, my little devil?" She told him about her lesson at the Wizard Tower and he was delighted to hear about that. "That's great! Anything happened with Queen Millow?" She pursed her lips. Yes, she was smiling, but if she couldn't say it, her wings would. Her wings were going lower and lower the more she thought of the events at Forrest Fortress. It was obvious to her father.

"Doing well as ever." She clicked her tongue, "Still wouldn't smile at the sight of me. My sisters are doing well, cheerful as ever. Their white and lilac lace dresses let them run faster. Their crown of flowers, although mostly still branches, look fresher than before."

He nodded. "You go ahead to the armory. I know you would want to at around this time." She curtsied and went up the stairs. 

She went up to her room first. She let the crow on her shoulder down on its stand. The crow squawked and flew around the room. This was probably the sweetest thing her mother had given her. She looked gloomily at her mirror and her crow pecked her neck. She giggled and gently swatted it away.

She grabbed a sword from the armory across the hall. She looked up to her supposed protector, Caden Strike. The two went head-to-head in battle, though it was just a practice. The energy from her thoughts helped her lash out with power against him. She consistently dragged her blade across the metal on his armor. Could not say the same for her, though. She had a few leather garments uncovered so he was able to give her a few wounds. Thankfully, by the end of the training, she was able to forget and feel better. In the apothecary, they were able to laugh despite her burning wounds being treated.