A Court of Dusk and Dragons

2

No one had spoken with them yet. Not even after the seven of them had claimed a set of rooms in the stone castle. Fisrae paces as three of her six companions watch her. The other three flying over Rifthold, looking out for danger. It has been three days.

"Stop pacing." a black haired male with amber eyes groans as he flops back on the bed. "Youre making us dizzy." Fisrae raises an eyebrow at him.

"Shut up Vebren." a blue haired female with cyan eyes hisses, Kaitlin. A golden haired male with purple eyes sits silently, Cevas. Two laughing figures and one silent brooding one land on the balcony. The white haired, grey eyed male, Ziolael, the red haired, blue eyed female, Erica and a brown haired, green eyed male, Lavas. They go silent once they see Fisrae pacing and sit down, joining the others. Blankets and pillows are scattered around the room to make a comfortable place for them to sleep, especially since they cant all fit on the bed and none of them had wanted to set up in any of the other rooms in the suite. Theres a knock on the door and, before Fisrae can react, Erica is opening it. Aelin stands there, the silver haired, green eyed Fae male behind her.

"Aelin." Fisrae greets. "Long time no see." the female walks over to the door, Erica moves back to the other dragons.

"Youve already managed to make a mess." Aelin teases. Fisrae rolls her eyes.

"Theyre a bunch of uncultured swines." she snorts. "Except Erica and Kaitlin."

"Hey!" the male dragons, bar Ziolael, exclaim in protests.

"Its true." Kaitlin mutters.

"Thank you for catching me when I was falling." Aelin thanks.

"It was nothing. Besides it would have been pointless to have hauled ass to Adarlan if you died once we arrived there." Fisrae points out. "And youre my friend."

"Will you be coming to Terrasen with us?" Aelin questions.

"No. We just came here to say hello and then leave." Fisrae says sarcastically. "Of course. Furthermore, Im rather curious. Your letter was quite interesting. 'Dear Rae, Do get your ass down to Rifthold. Love Aelin.'" Aelin chuckles. "How is the prince?"

"Dorian is... coping." Aelin replies. Fisrae nods.

"I wouldnt expect any less. Hosting a Valg, a prince at that, must have been traumatizing." Fisrae offers. "But he appears to be taking this better than most cases, Id dare assume?" Aelin nods.

"The mere fact that hes alive shows that he is stronger than most." Lavas offers. "And that hes sane which are two of the most common side effects of hosting a Valg. Death or insanity."

"Okay. Lavas." Fisrea calls. The brown haired male looks to her. "Not helping." he nods. "I apologise for my... companions." Vebren raises an eyebrow at the word used. "They can be quite unfeeling."

"Tell me about it." Aelin snorts glancing at the male behind her.

"I dont believe that Ive had the pleasure of meeting your companion. Care to introduce us?" Fisrae suggests.

"Only if you introduce yours." Aelib teases. Fisrae smiles. "This is Rowan."

"Pleasure to meet you. Im Fisrae Nightheart." she greets. Rowan inclines his head. "And these are my-"

"Bloodsworn." Vebren sighs. "Before you go fumbling for words." A shoe smacks him in the face.

"Shut it you winged rat." Fisrae scowls. Vebren laughs and throws the shoe back. "Yes, my bloodsworn. Theyre a pain in the ass most of the time. That one I threw the shoe at is Vebren Ravel. His sister, the blue haired one, is Kaitlin Ravel. Then the brown haired one is Lavas Starward, and his twin, the white haired one is Ziolael Starward. Then theres Lavas' mate, the red head, Erica Whitespark. And the golden haired one, Cevas Dawnlight."

"Bloodsworn?" Aelin inquires.

"Yes. They practically begged. Maeve was after them. Im sure youre aware of this, Rowan?" Fisrae questions.

"I knew that Maeve was trying to hunt down a group from a certain race that was going extinct but I never knew what race it was." Rowan answers. Fisrae shrugs.

"It doesnt matter anymore." Kaitlin offers with a smile. "Fisrae keeps us safe."

"Most of the time." Vebren scoffs, somewhat jokingly. Kaitlin turns to him and, making the smart choice, Vebren jumps of the balcony. Kaitlin chasing after him. Fisrae sighs.

"Theyre five year olds honestly. Like living with children." Fisrae admits. Aelin chuckles. "Its good to see you though." Fisrae hugs her friend.

"Same here." Aelin smiles.

***

Two of the six dragons lay on the floor, sleeping, while the other three lay in bed. Ziolael and Lavas sleep by the front door. Kaitlin and Erica are sprawled out on the bed while Vebren is curled up at the foot of the bed. Fisrae stands on the balcony overlooking the dark city and the glass wall. Suddenly, she notices a dark figure on the wall, smaller than a dragon and only standing on two legs. Cevas hisses and instantly appears by Fisraes side as his wings flare. Yet the creature, nor the figure riding it, pay attention to the golden dragon and his smoldering glare. Fisrae places a hand on Cevas' arm to calm him.

"Its alright." She whispers. "Youll wake the others." Cevas glances at her, his purple eyes vivid as he seems to stare right into her soul. "Cevas." She repeat, tugging slightly on the bond. He blinks and nods before folding his wings and going back inside. By that time, the creature and its rider had disappeared. Fisrae sighs and analyses the glass wall. The creature hadnt destroyed any of it. She frowns. It was big but smaller than her bloodsworn in dragon form and Lavas and Kaitlin had managed to perch on the glass wall without it crumbling. Fisrae shakes her head and head back inside, Cevas appears to be asleep but Fisrae isnt sure. She rolls her shoulders and climbs into bed, nudging Vebrens foot out of the way.