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"You...would allow me into your rankings? Just what happened here?"

Delphine snorted. She could not help herself; just where in the nine hells had this poor girl been?

"Look around yourself. What do you think happened here? A war. A war that's been going on for three hundred years, now. How could you have possibly missed that?"

Delphine, before waiting for a response, idly began to pick at some hairs that were sticking out on Khasten's mane. The white stallion had a mane of ore, and certainly kept it as such; it was horrid to the touch, very oily and messy, and no matter how many times Delphine tried to wash it, it would never change.

The Angel reminded herself of when she had missed her first battle.

The allfather had no words for her; it was simply impossible to speak. Her sisters only laughed, as she got knocked to the bottom of the commanding army; from standing close to the top, where her mother had aimed her at, to destroying everything that she had tried to earn Delphine.

It was all horrid to think of. The shame she had felt when she walked to the back of the Hall, the looks, the fabulous mount she was once going to have - ...except, he stayed with me. Delphine did not believe how Khasten could have chosen her. He could have flown with the highest, instead, he chose the weakest.

Whatever his reasoning she could only thank him bravely, and bully him when she could. An eye for an eye. She shrugged, and pulled a stray fly off of his neck. He looked at her, snorting, but she only smiled back.