“Nhaama’s power is yours to wield!” Sadu, Khatun of the Dotharl, spoke in euphoric glee after extended battle with the Warrior of Light. “What does the Sun say to that?”
“Hmph. The Sun is not driven by base motives such as yours.” Magnai’s breath was labored, having just crossed blades with Lord Hien and Y’shtola.
“But aye, they have been judged…and found worthy.” Magnai stood and expressed his recognition of their strength. “The Sun shall answer you call.”
As soon as the affirmations of alliance were clear, Magnai wasted no time in turning the gaze of his brilliant yellow eyes to Y’shtola. Her face was new amongst the people not of the Steppe. Her skill was astounding, and her grace unlike anything he had ever seen. Her platinum hair framed a sharp, learned gaze from eyes of pale silver. He had not imagined such profound power from so scholarly and beautiful.