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"Ancestor," Verma spoke after they left the range of Owlan territory, a hint of excitement in her voice. Compared to her usual gentle demeanor, she seemed to hardly be able to contain herself at the moment, as though she might burst out at the seams any second now. 

The elder Celestial Ember chuckled. "Calm your heart, young one. We have yet to benefit as much as you might presume."

Verma's gaze dimmed somewhat when she heard this. But soon, the warmth of her Ancestor's wings made her smile bloom once again. What was there to fear? 

Her Ancestor was chuckling, so the situation couldn't be bad. Since when did the Beast Empire fear hard work? If that was all it took, soon enough they would rise again. 

"What do you need me to do, Ancestor?" She asked. 

"You've already done more than enough, little Verma. It's time we old bones carry some of the burden."

"Can I know what our plans are?"