Your Lovely Daughter

Iona chuckled at first. Then she laughed softly and then she started laughing. She looked again at the army that was marching towards Vilinski—their silhouettes looking like wisps of smoke in the fog. 

Behind her she heard the division of the armies filling in. The sound of wings beating wildly and heavy footfalls crunching on the snow was nearing her by the minute. It was as if they were ready for the battle… or not?

Etaya came to stand right next to her, her wing flared wide. Seraph lurked on the sides. "Why haven't Diumbe got in you?" she muttered with controlled anger. "You will be leading us!" When she didn't answer and continued to stare at the marching army, which had grown from tiny dots to the size of ants, Etaya got all the more agitated. "We were supposed to attack them. How come they are attacking us instead?" she said as if insinuating her.