[h2][center]Roane[/center][/h2]
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Roane gritted her teeth as control was gained once more. The wind whipped around them, its howls mingled with the screams of battle. Louder, louder, louder, until it was nothing more than an orchestra of blades and bloodshed behind a dance of death. Arrows flew by, barely missing the careening dragon, and seemed to near ever more with each aim. Yet it was by the skill of Roane's new compatriot, Taka, that they managed to last this long. With a great flap, Lyth was steered higher at a stomach plunging rate to escape an onslaught of arrows. The air grew colder and thinner, the wind blowing faster and faster. It was only by Roane's constantly flying that lightheadedness hadn't taken hold.

Her dark eyes roamed over the battlefield, searching for the source of the arrows. She needed a plan, a direction, a target. Something to attack admits the ensuing discord. A flicker of flame and smoke caught her eye. She lifted her gaze, her body going rigid from shock. A tent, one of the largest in the vicinity, burned as bright as the bonfire. The meeting place. The location for all important peoples to gather and discuss. People like Lady K'shein. At once, the noise seemed louder. Her skin was colder. A bout of dizziness stirred her mind. No. Lady K'shein was alright. She [i]had[/i] to be alright. She...Lady...Her Lady...

Roane's grief was cut short as a roar pierced the chilly air. Her grip on the reins tightened and she quickly reached back to trap Taka as Lyth bucked and descended at a stomach wrenching rate. The wings flapped, extended, and eventually stabilized as they neared the ground. But the damage was already done. An arrow's shaft erupted from Lyth's thick hide. Roane looked around wildly, frantically steering the wyvern away as another arrow arced towards them. This time, she could see its source.

"Taka!" she called, nodding to some cross-bow armed dwarves. "Over there!" 

She dared to fly closer, ax out and ready for a fight. Her eyes burned with anger and outrage as bright as the flaming tent. She knew not what happened. She knew not who had done the sin. The only matter that burned in her mind was that, whatever happened now, she would do in her Lady's name. Wherever she may be...