Kendra and the astrids

  Bracken took Kendra's hand and guided her back over the arch. "Gilgarol, you first!"

  A golden owl fluttered down and alighted in front of Kendra.

  "This is the captain of the astrids," Bracken said. "Give him a kiss on the forehead. "

  Kendra crouched in front of the owl. The solemn face stared up at her with an unreadable expression. At least she didn't have to touch her lips to his feathers. She leaned down and gave his waxy forehead a quick peck.

  Golden light flared, and, after a scintillating whirlwind of sparks, Kendra found herself crouched before a tall warrior. Gilded armor protected his muscular frame, and an owlish helmet guarded his head. His facial features appeared much more masculine than before. He clutched a spear in one hand, a sword in the other. Broad, gleaming wings fanned out from his back.

  The splendid soldier turned and knelt before Bracken, head bowed. "Forgive our failure, my liege," he implored, his strong voice thick with emotion.

  "Rise, Gilgarol," Bracken said. "All is forgiven. We have work to do. "

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