Jubilant Potluck by Grundy

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Vigilance

Prompt from Elleth, Spark, night, rooftop, woodsmoke  


The night was starless, lit only here and there by a spark of light from an improperly shielded window. The scent was that of woodsmoke only. Good.

From his position on the rooftop, Erestor could see nothing moving in the sky.

Since the warning had come down from the armies in the north that dragons had wings now and could fly, Balar has been on high alert. It would be all too easy for one rogue dragon to destroy the last remaining elven settlement, rendering any victory in the north a hollow one.

Not on his watch, he thought grimly.


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