Kreasial pushed through two bystanders to get to the front of the crowd, and stopped there.
Her expression went from annoyed to something else entirely the second she got a clear look at him.
Tattered coat. Dried blood soaked into the collar and down one sleeve, gone dark and stiff. Theodore beside him looked rough too, but nowhere near as bad. Behind them both, the carriages. And past the carriages, more elves than she'd ever seen in one place, being helped down one at a time by soldiers who kept their hands gentle and their faces carefully blank.
"Just what is going on?"
Arthur scratched the back of his head. He didn't have an answer that fit in one sentence.
Theodore's eyes landed on her and lit up before anything else registered. "Oh! Violet?"
Arthur opened his mouth. "Nice to see you, Kreasial. But I'm still too tired to tell you everything all at once right now."
"I can tell. You look horrible." She crossed her arms. "Did you go to war as your academy vacation?"
