Amarena stood watch as Kir settled into his seat. The first few moments of his link with the fulcrum passed without anything more dramatic than the odd formation of gold that fused itself to his forehead, forming a downward triangle.
She could still feel him through the bond. Feel his mind and body settling into place.
But then the tent flap opened and General Hazzarn stepped in, fully armed and armored.
"I have felt the Duke's mana waxing and waning twice over. What is the meaning of this, Char?" he challenged.
"Our Duke evolves. Stand witness, leave, or challenge us, his keepers," she said clearly and strongly.
Amarena was more than beginning to like Char. She had Kir's mind for the bigger picture and more steel than Kordia, Kassin, and Lapins combined. Though they had yet to spar, she felt a rising desire to invite her while they waited on Kir.
