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A Promise of Wings

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"Wake up, it's morning! You promised!"

Altena was up on Travant's bed a moment later, quickly pulled into his tangle of blankets for a hug.

Half-awake, he supposed the faint orange glow to the east could be considered 'morning'.

"I did." And ah, there was Arion, too, lurking at the doorway, though it took little urging to get him to join them.

By the time they got the wyvern saddled, it'd be daylight...

Travant held in a sigh; he'd been gone for too long again. But he'd promised his young children personal lessons.

And he would not break his word.