King Travant's children are forbidden from flying north.
Altenna had heard the stories, how the those that lived in Manster held no kindness for her people.
But every time she pushed her dragon to its limits, going as high as they both could stand- she could see it. Those hazy green fields that seemed to roll on past the horizon. The silhouette of shining white castles looked straight out of fairy-stories and villages twice as big as anything in Thracia.
The thought of all that land could offer… it made Altenna want fly north and fight for it, no matter how Aroine warned they were no match for Blume or the empire.