The sunlight reflected off of the scales on Honest's wings, and she glided, eyes scanning the ocean. Pheda was careful to keep a close watch as well. Thankfully, the four Night Furies had seemingly forgotten to sneak along, but Pheda almost wished they had come, if only to make the fruitless search more interesting.
Pheda's eyes roved across the calm sea far below, but she saw nothing. After a moment, she looked at Honest. The Furies back in the Hidden World?
'Yes,' Honest answered. 'I took them there myself, though whether they're going to stay is another question entirely.'
I hope they do, Pheda thought. We really don't need their antics on our hands. She paused. I really don't know what to think about Everlynh, but something about her unsettles me.
'Everlynh?'
Sorry, the girl we found. The first thing that went through my mind when I saw her was, "deja vu". She seems familiar somehow, but I can't think why.
Honest stared into space straight ahead, deep in thought. 'That is strange,' she agreed after a moment. 'I can't imagine where you would know her from, unless she looks like someone you already know or knew.'
That would make sense, Pheda admitted, but I can't think of a single person who looks like her. I've never been so perplexed, not even when I discovered I could talk with my mind.
Honest didn't answer. Her ear appendages perked up, and she looked down at the ocean again, her eyes trained on a large group of ships. 'Um, Pheda?' she said after a moment. 'We've got something. A large fleet of ships, coming in hot.'
Pheda followed her friend's gaze, and narrowed her eyes as she analyzed it. Buffalord / mace insignia. . . lots of men crammed on board. . . appears to be armed. . . yep. It's go time.
Honest circled back, higher above cloud cover, and the two quickly devised a plan before the dragon dove.