Thanks for the tag @avrablake
My words were: Stubborn, Presence, Concentrate and Fear
I'm using the second draft of The Shadow of Vale for these.
Aila wandered to the edge of one of the couches, closest to the fire and curled up with the throw pillow in her lap. Aaron looked around the room a moment before taking the chair across from her. He could see silent tears falling down her face as she watched the fire.
“I know this doesn’t help, but I am so sorry about Kyra. Maybe if I had been less stubborn,” Aaron began.
“Don’t.” She cut him off. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Take the blame. You didn’t kill her. Rahil did because Samael told her to.” Though she still wept, Aaron could see the fire of anger in her eyes.
“You have heard of my queen?” Samael motioned to the side where Aila stood frozen.
Zuriel glanced at her briefly, his composure beginning to break.
“See, I have taken a nymph wife. I am turning a new way. Are you opposed to a world where nymphs are once again welcome in Vale? Perhaps my loving wife’s presence will ensure my change of heart holds.” He grinned, watching his words land like knives.
Steady. Halvar sent again.
“Fight me.” Zuriel demanded stepping forward, drawing his sword.
Samael stepped back with a laugh. “In my best robes?”
Zuriel followed Halvar’s gaze, taking in a sharp breath. Their attack at been far more successful than any attack they had faced before. As much as third of the dragons remained motionless.
“There were five sorcerers who attacked.” Michael said as he drew near them.
“Only five?” Zuriel asked, hardly able to concentrate with Pyre groaning in his mind.
Aila turned over with a sigh and pushed her blanket aside. She couldn’t sleep. There were too many memories here, too much fear. She sat up in the darkness and formed an orb of light. The house she had been set up in was next door to the one in which Zuriel and his guard slept. It was a strange feeling to be in a house so quickly abandoned so long ago. There was thick dust on everything and many drawers were left open, forgotten possessions laying encrusted with grime on the floor.
I'll tag: @ashen-crest, @emelkae and @sabinabardot and an open tag for anyone who might stumble upon this and wish to do it.
Your words are: Star, Spine, Four, and Encompass