Prophecy promises an uncertain path forward, as enemies circle, and the bold refuse to stand back any longer, as Summer makes her Call. — Kiannae stood behind herself, working to heal a horse’s fractured leg. The awareness of a spirit looming over her shoulder kept intruding around the edges. “They didn’t even kill the horse,” she muttered to herself. Tranquilizers had taken it down, but the fall had still done some damage. They had tried to do the same with Liora but her mail had kept the darts shy of more than a scratch. Enough to make her a little groggy.
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