Last night, as dragons sang overhead, mourning their king, the sky grew overcast, and no light shone in Gildenheim (a city in Axia.) Eilonwy, who for days had been casting sending after sending in hopes that perhaps those she lost were not truly dead, reached out to the dragon that she'd had a connection and night of passion with in hopes that he was not lost either, despite never coming out of the cavern that had collapsed. She got no answer, but felt the comforting warmth of dragonfire as her injuries recovered, as if a comforting wing was wrapped around her. The next day, she learned in a single breath that the lover she'd had for a night was a king, and that he was gone. The dragonfire remained at her side, as dragons tend to cross to the beyond slowly, taking their time to go piece by piece. It was bittersweet.

Eilonwy has had A TIME in Axia. It is time to leave, probably.

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