Ffyr flew high in the sky having fun with her new outfit. The noble lady that gave her the clothes and armor looked up with a wide grin on her face. Elves considered themselves descendants of fairies and held them in high regard.
Having Ffyr accompany them was a good omen for all.
"You seem happy." Faralynn said with a hint of jealousy.
"Ffyr never flew like this in hell. She was so closed and miserable back there. It's good seeing her having fun." Matthew responded, not noticing the jealous tone.
"You really like her." Erin commented.
"I do. She's like a sister to me. Sometimes she even reminds me of Sarah when she was younger." Matthew explained.
Faralynn felt embarrassed for getting jealous. She knew his relationship with Ffyr was familial, but, even so, she couldn't help herself.
"Where are we going?" Helen asked, trying to look ahead.
"We're going to the Bafn Plains." Faralynn said. "We're joining forces there with our allies there and then march east."
