A call for help 2

Ingrid listened attentively to what her unofficial protégé had to say. He was in trouble. He received a prophecy of his life ending in Valkyrie's hands and that he needed Yraka, who had disappeared, to prevent it. Worse still, a Lyndwyrm was roaming those lands.

Ingrid grimaced. It was not the information or news she wanted to hear. Kyrie voiced his plea for help; it was only fair she at least entertained those thoughts of his. Ingrid held her chin.

She was in a dusty, cloudy, and dark workshop with her fellow fae. They were working on machinery and endings, designs "borrowed" from humans. They had been working on many things since Kyrie's departure almost three years ago. He was such a nice boy…

It was expected for him to become like Yraka after wandering too long with the red fae. Now it was time for him to return to her side. 'Ha, who do I want to kid? He will storm off to make his own path.' Like Yraka.