Mist swirled past [color=#c7c9cc]Eiravelle's[/color] wings as the Moonveil dragon smoothly settled into formation, producing little more than the soft hum of her flight. Her golden eyes briefly examined each rider in turn:

The felid beastkin and the pale wyrm.

The frost dragon adorned in winter hues.

[color=#B88A2D]Duan[/color] leading from the front, calm and composed.

Caelis listened as [color=#7D8894]Jinan[/color] spoke, one gloved hand resting lightly against the harness straps while cold air tugged loose strands of crimson hair free from beneath their hood.

[i]“Do not act unless acted upon.”[/i]

Sensible.

Not eager.

Good.

[color=#8f3e4d]“Understood.”[/color]

Beside them, [color=#c7c9cc]Eiravelle[/color] let out a low exhale, pale vapor dissipating into the mountain winds. Her gaze remained fixed ahead for a few moments longer before drifting toward [color=#D8D1C2]Nyrrimae's[/color] strange pale form, studying without hostility, merely with quiet interest.

Then toward [color=#5FAEB8]Crytharion[/color].

A frost dragon.

That earned a slow blink.

Caelis noticed the shift immediately.

[color=#8f3e4d]“Behave.”[/color]

[color=#c7c9cc]Eiravelle[/color] ignored them with practiced dignity.

Far below, the forests of Avalan rolled beneath the cloudline while the northern mountains stretched endlessly ahead.

Patrol had begun.