Silence Party

Albion was riding on a high that he hadn’t experienced before, despite Elysium’s loss he had claimed his two personal victories. No one could claim he hadn’t put in his fair share of blood and effort. He proved his skill to his pack, but more importantly to himself. Albi didn’t sport any wounds that he couldn’t just shrug off, but he carried Scylla’s pack of supplies just in case she wanted to touch him up.

Part of him wished that he had been able to find Avacyn, but he hadn’t seen her since they had limped home from the raid, likely her attention was on her brother. A reminder of the difficult choice he had made. Being beside Scylla was easier anyway, and he felt like he could more fully relax. He didn’t have to be perfect for her.

Albion was absently following his sister when she shifted their path slightly to meet up with the young Mendacium princess. Albion knew Scylla was correct in her assumption of the girl’s name, being the heir’s betrothed Albion was well aware of all of her relatives. He watched Fiametta with a lift of a curious eyebrow. She had been one to win both of her fights as well if he wasn’t mistaken.


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