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Post by jenee on Dec 7, 2008 16:35:22 GMT -5
Cayli bit her lip, startled at the discovery of the enemy's plans. She didn't waste too much time, however--moments later she'd turned back to the caravans, helping others store stuff away and pick out armor and weapons. The sub-leaders of the group moved about as everyone started to get ready, shouting orders and helping out with the preparations.
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Post by m!chelle--✗ on Dec 14, 2008 11:43:32 GMT -5
Dawn was creeping across the sky as the last preparations were made. Aaron slipped lithely up onto Nalah's back, and gazed down upon the camp from the high back of the spirit wolf. At a silent command, they moved together to the edge of camp as the rest of the army assembled behind her. A small, half-grown dragon fluttered at her shoulder, it's clouded eyes shining like small moons. Lune Volant had grown a good bit in the last few months, though she was still not large enough to ride. The Guardian raised a hand, and the first lines of gathered troupes moved forward, out of the camp into the trees. Row by row, the rest followed, and their march began.
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