“And where do you think you’re going?”

Arilyn Bullian went rigid, slowly turning her gaze toward the voice’s source.  Karinlyyn Bridger Kel-Solan stood in the hatchway leading into the Firelance’s cockpit, dressed in the silver mesh armor of an Auyn, her honey-brown hair plaited into a braid.  Ari swallowed bile as she looked her mentor up and down.  The other woman was armed to the teeth.

Must be pretty serious Order business if the open Warmistress is on her way up. Continue reading →