Ysalwen takes a deep breath, eyes closing for a three-count and opening again before she strides off toward the practice ground.
Liranan stays behind with Ser Stanton, sprawling at Cullen's feet.
Nathaniel is obviously the first to notice his commander's approach, but he says nothing, merely stays about his business. Slowly other heads turn in her direction and conversation dies away. The soldiers' effort at their drills redoubles, and those that are slow to pick up on the changed mood receive no quarter from their opponents.
Ysalwen, meanwhile, makes herself comfortable on a hay bale that was previously being used as an archery target, and watches. Just for a little while.
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Ysalwen takes a deep breath, eyes closing for a three-count and opening again before she strides off toward the practice ground.
Liranan stays behind with Ser Stanton, sprawling at Cullen's feet.
Nathaniel is obviously the first to notice his commander's approach, but he says nothing, merely stays about his business. Slowly other heads turn in her direction and conversation dies away. The soldiers' effort at their drills redoubles, and those that are slow to pick up on the changed mood receive no quarter from their opponents.
Ysalwen, meanwhile, makes herself comfortable on a hay bale that was previously being used as an archery target, and watches. Just for a little while.