The Situation at the Palace

The morning sunlight streamed into the large, well appointed library. It rested on the gilded spines of books and reflected off the polished shelves. A few struggling dust motes glittered as they floated in the streams of light. An exasperated elderly dragon watched from a table as a furious elf paced across the floor as he had been doing for the past hour.

High Lord Volanti strode briskly around the library. He would sit for a minute at one of the tables. Then, seconds later, he jumped to his feet with clenching hands. Lying, as if forgotten, on the table was a crumpled piece of parchment. It contained but a small paragraph of words from Kylara explaining why she'd gone, But not where.

"Cloud, didn't she say she'd be back? Why are you wearing out the floor?" the Archivist asked coolly. He closed the book he had just finished cataloging.

"Why? Because she is gone! Gone! She took that da**** good for nothing weather. She is throwing away her future!" High Lord Volanti hissed.