Day of Mourning - Olarune 20, 1048 YK - Evening over Flamekeep
The Golden Dragon slowed and began to fly in a wide circle. Fifty years previous, it would have been circling far above the busy bay around Flamekeep, just one of many ships, both in the air and on the water. It also would be among the rubble it was now circling.
Her captain stood at her bow, hands clasped behind his back. He we looking out at the hills to the west, and as the Golden Dragon circled, his gaze fell upon Scion's Sound, the bustling Throneport in the distance, then once more upon the hills. He gaze never ventured down, to look at the ruins of what was once the greatest capital in the Five Nations.
"Captain," said a tall female shifter, breaking his reverent silence.
"Yes Ms. Fraser?" he asked, a slight tone of annoyance in his question.
"Captain, you asked me to tell you when one of the other ships had arrived," she explained.
"Ah," he replied, then time with interest.
"Yes, the Ash Valley and the Angorn's Fancy have both arrived and have fallen in behind us," she informed him. "April says that the Argentvorax might be late, both otherwise the sending stone has been silent."
"Good, I guess it's time to inform our passengers that they can come out on deck. with both the Valley and the Fancy here, the Riedrans or the Karrnathi shouldn't interrupt us before the ceremony," he said, then sighed and walked aft, towards the bridge. "Dismissed Ms. Fraser."
She nodded, gave a quick salute, then turned on the ball of her foot and jogged off towards the stairs down into the ship.
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