Argent Silvermage
First Post
Zyrial has been standing at attention the entire time. His mother was as cold as ever. He loved her dearly but was thankful that he was raised by nannys. " My Queen, I want you to know how honored I am to do this for our people. I also want to say as your son I will miss my parents dearly. I am prepaired to leave. Please have someone look after the aerie and check my falcolns. Arrow can accompany me is this correct? or will the amulet only function for me?"
He turns to his charges. "Are we ready? If so we go with the gods and the graces of our King and Queen."
Zyrial's blond hair blowing in the wind are a direct contrast to his dark forest green leathers. On the gauntlet on his left arm is perched his hawk named Arrow.
He turns to his charges. "Are we ready? If so we go with the gods and the graces of our King and Queen."
Zyrial's blond hair blowing in the wind are a direct contrast to his dark forest green leathers. On the gauntlet on his left arm is perched his hawk named Arrow.