1538. Lower Village
Mordant looked up at the sky for a few moments as Rise was leaving them. He had a slightly sad look on his face. He knew that it was not fair that a royal had become so strict and twisted. The values that they had grown up with were made in to a strange and unfair set of rules.
"She used to be more relaxed. She was still strict. Light is like that, it is transparent and in the open. How could light not be close to the rules?" Mordant seemed like he had respect for his opposite element.
"But something changed? What happened? If that's not too much?" Walker knew that the dragons couldn't be so foolish to just change randomly. They had their reasons to do what they did.