The ravens were restless again.
Corvin leaned back in his throne as a flurry of mental images arrived from the skyward scouts. The final convoy of the day had reached the gates of Raven's Nest, and judging by the proud strut of one figure and the glazed dreaminess of the other, he recognized both and was already wishing he did not.
Valyne and Kaelyn.
He sighed out of pure, distilled reluctance. Of all the visitors he had expected today, the Synod's most beautiful.. scratch that smoking hot instructor and Yvanna's overeager advisor were not rvrn at the bottom of the list.
Valyne, of course, marched as if the entire mountain owed her tribute and was late delivering it. Every step was a statement. Every flick of her cloak a complaint. Corvin watched her from the mental images with an arched brow and the same vague disinterest he gave to storm clouds.
