Eena!” 	Recognizing Ian’s voice, Eena turned to find him approaching her from behind. He was entirely clad in body armor and gauntlets, cradling an open-faced helmet in one arm. Painted on his chest plate was a flaming, gold sword. From his side hung a leather sheath, a golden hilt peeking from the top.	“I’m glad you’re back. You are going to stay and watch us play, aren’t you?” He looked hopeful she’d say yes.	Eena smiled brightly. “I didn’t know you were talented enough to be on a dueling team. Nice sword,” she t
Richelle E. Goodrich, Eena, The Return of a Queen
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