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It takes the better part of that same day to catch up with the mage who was accompanying Vance and his people on their way from Seyune to Kildangan. Enya, he had heard her called back at the castle when they packed up the J’korun. Vance thought she would be interesting to talk to. An independent woman with fiery hair. And apparently an equally fiery temper...

Enya sets the pace, confident atop her trusted J’korun. The others are less stable; bouncing along on the mounts like sacks of vegetables. A few seem to catch on quicker than the others, and the water caller, Vance, tells her those are the ones known as E’len. Their purpose remains a mystery to her, but Enya doesn’t spare the energy to ask him what he means by that title. She knows she can make the ride to Kildangan in a day and a half, flying over the land in pursuit of something, but...

The next morning, a knock on her door greets Veyda with both her morning tea and the news that Enya had answered the summons for her. Behind Aella - who had delivered the tea - was the woman in question. Slender but fierce, Enya wore fiery orange robes with short sleeves - traditional amongst fire mages, and a shorter hem which revealed light tan pants which cinched around her ankles, leaving her sandaled feet on display. A natural red-head, Enya’s curls bounce around her face, leaving just...