Still feeling as though there was a hole in his heart, Harun said goodbye and descended the stairs again. When he reached his rooms it was still dark, but he knew dawn would be coming soon. Half of him wanted to go rush to the guard station, to insist in seeing Kelwyn, to do something right this instant, but the rest of him was exhausted, and he knew he wouldn’t accomplish anything useful right now. So he went into the bedroom, ready to strip and attempt to get at least a little sleep, however restless it was likely to be.
A faint sound from the balcony drew his attention, and as he stepped towards it he saw a dark shape fold in its wings and step to the multi-paned glass double doors, which swung open, a breeze blowing the curtains around the shadowed figure. As the new arrival came in, for just a moment Harun’s heart leapt.
“Kelwyn?”
Then the lamplight fell on the avian’s face, and Harun recoiled. Not Kelwyn at all.