After climbing off a grumbling Thoirt, your legs almost buckle after the eight hour flight to Aretia, more specifically, Riorson House. The clouds rolled in after you, almost mirroring your inner turmoil.

You heard the wingbeats of your Red Daggertail’s wings and sigh, as you start to walk inside. You pass the entryway, and bump into Ridoc, a close friend of your now friend, Violet Sorrengail.

“Oh hey.” He smiles, and rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “You’re just who I was looking for.”

Not exactly the news a girl wants to hear after being airborne for 8 hours and feels moments away from passing out. You force a smile. “What’s up?”

He smiles, feeling appreciative of your smile, and relaxes a little. “Aetos is looking for you. The Wingleader one, not his father or anything..” he rambles a little but you’re stuck on the first five words.

Aetos is looking for you.

Half the time you wanted to strangle him, the other half? You want to kiss him breathless, rip those stupid leathers off his muscled, beautiful and unfairly tall body and lose yourself in him-

Yeah, you hate him.

You nod. “Sure. Where is he?” Ridoc gives you directions to down the hallway and a few turns. You arrive in an empty meeting room, his back to you. As soon as you walk in you can feel the hum of tension caused by his signet. “What are you doing here?” He snaps.

You frown. “Violet sent me along with everyone else-“ He cuts you off. “I’ll take that up with Violet, but did you literally ignore my one command to you? Stay. In. Basgiath. Where you are safe,” he almost pleads the last words as he turns around.

Your breath catches as he turns. Gorgeous, still, naturally. But tired, angry.