By the Freelands

Aurielle padded across the moorland, following the wall and checking the scents as she went. Soon enough, the ball would be set rolling, but she was content to patrol for now, though she occasionally glanced across the strip of free land toward Aerie’s borders, wondering is Asmodeus would try to visit her daughter again.

She wasn’t angry. He’d seemed utterly desperate and distraught, and while it probably wasn’t her business, she was willing to help the boy if he was receptive. Of course, Eligos was a wildly furious and scared creature last time she’d seen him. She hadn’t let any of his words slip under her skin, recognizing them for what they were—lashing out.

But she’d crossed the band of open land to test the scent of his border, and the staleness of his scent had been erased, fresh marks left behind. Either he’d come to grips with his sight loss, or the blindness had been temporary.

Tonight, she finished her patrol and took up one of the sentry huts on the wall, tucking herself into her cloak, leaving only marginal gaps for her light to escape from as she settled under a heavy bear hide. She was relaxed, but poised to launch herself at any intruders, loner or neighbor.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think