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@joelle-stone Yes, I did change the plot somewhat.  Forgot to clarify that, sorry.  And I do switch between Nadia and Ada a fair bit, but I make an effort to only pop into Nadia’s head (for reasons you’ll probably only learn at the very end of the story…).  And Ada is mute, so Nadia is always the one who does the talking.

Now for a third installment:

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Ada’s breath hitched in her throat and her eyes widened even more.  She had ceased her lazy spiralled tracings on the stonework when they had first heard the shout; now her hands trembled on the cool granite wall.  Her fearful face swivelled towards Nadia.  There were frightened questions in her wide blue eyes.

Nadia, well-trained trouper that she was, maintained her composure and kept her voice steady.  “Ada, prya,” she said slowly, softly.  Her eyes were still fixed on the furthest bend of the old cobbled road.  “We need go to the Keep.”

The younger girl nodded mutely.  She rose slowly, keeping her balance easily on the old masonry of the ravine wall.  Her cloak flapped in the wind down the mountain as the breeze picked up and tangled her long curls.

Her companion stood as well, adjusting her cerise shawl to better cover her shoulders.  The wind had picked up.  Though perhaps it isn’t wind, Nadia thought uneasily.  Almost to confirm her fears a discordant rattle traveled down the metal net covering Ironstorm and shook the chains high above her.

The wyvern had reached the walls.