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Enda was on the balcony to Ira's house. Her armor lay in a neat pile to the side, while she sat in loose cloth, her sword laying across her lap. She ran her fingers over the neelamite crystal edges, allowing the blade to sing a single high note into the air. The wind from up there- oh, how high they were! Blew all her hair into her face.

With a cheery smile, the knight got to her feet, fastening the sword onto her side. She crossed her arms and turned heel to go back into the house.

"Ira?" she called. "It's been three days, but I'm still convinced you need to know that I'm going to wonder off in case I get lost."