While Elann was sure that her brothers were good fighters, it didn't diminish from what she saw that night. Aimee was fast and deadly, graceful and accurate. In Elann's mind, Garland nor any guard she had met could handle her.

Elann's hand slid from her sisters to bend down and pick up a flower from the grass and twirl it in her hands. It was similar in color to the one in her hair, but a different type. Elann smelled it as Aimee spoke about Syliras.

"Yeah, I don't want to go back. I encouraged him to write that letter. I hadn't realized it was that long. I think he told me he was very dissatisfied with the city when I met him. It doesn't surprise me. The more I know about him, the more I see him as a free spirit on the wind, not someone trapped inside a stone city. Tell me, how did you get him to change and fly before? He ignored me when I suggested it."