<a class="link link--external" href="http://img2.gelbooru.com//images/104/1c2f44ce905cef3530c0a74b234f80a72e387c4a.png" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Syeira</a>had opened her doors for her little sister, knowing that they would be eventually facing the same enemy. She had her army and scouts, as did her sister. The various messengers and scouts had returned to them saying that it was the intention of their enemy to come up against both of them. Sure, once their father died, he had split the kingdom between the two of them, and their armies had respected the girls enough to listen to them and obey and follow their lead.<br/><br/>They had an older brother, though "had" was certainly a key word. He had been five years older than Syeira, and when she and her sister were still really young, he disappeared. After more than a year without hearing a single word about him, they had come to believe that he had died, and no one had told them any different. Why were these thoughts going through her head? Here they were, facing a rider with a vicious, hideous drake, and all she could think about was the happy boy that she had idolized growing up.<br/><br/>The older queen had her long blonde hair braided back away from her face, and the fair skin of her face was starting to show signs of fatigue, especially around her aqua eyes. She was exhausted, and with battle looming on her doorstep for days, she hadn't slept a whole lot. Her hands came up to rub her eyes and focus on the masked man before them, knowing they were safe on the platform for the time being. But anyone who could tame such a beastly drake had to have some powerful magic, and she felt a little iffy standing there in front of him.