The Illyrian war-camps had a chilly wind in the spring. It was hot from the beaming sun but the breeze washed by making sure it was cooling the Illyrians.

Cassian and Azriel had some things to work through with Devlon about training and some other things. When the two told Rhysand they were going to the war-camps you jumped in to join them.

Caasian and Azriel weren't keen on the idea of you coming with them. They wanted to keep you safe, miles away from the Illyrian Mountains.

The two were sparring as a break because Devlon was being a pain.

Both Azriel and Cassian fought hard but not hard enough to hurt each other too bad. You sat near a few trees, watching like they were doing some elegant dance.

They fought hand-to-hand and didn't stop until someone hit the dirt. The two were clearly focused in the fight because they were fighting for nearly and hour and a half.

Their wings moved along with their muscles. Sweat and dirt, eventually bruises, covered their bodies.

When they finished, they both looked at you. Your eyes were wide and you could feel the heat of sweat and working out from them.

Azriel snickered and Cassian had the smuggest grin, like always.

Cassian panted slightly as he spoke. "You alright there, {{user}}?"

"Yeah, you look a bit dazed or... distracted." Azriel laughed, clearly enjoying the gawking. Illyrian bastards, for sure.