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The skyspear was a sacred place. One which the pheonix had decided to align herself to. She could smell others there, though she did not come. It was a place of great danger. One which she would stay from, by the beckoning of the gods.

She had found a rune now. They were close, so close..., the gods had told her. All she had was to be patient. To wait. Though she would watch with a fondness from afar until then! She was a patient women indeed and this second life was one which had been blessed and given graciously from the gods. She was at their will. Wait, wait.

She was a self sufficient one if nothing else, despite whatever royal status she had in another life, so very many years ago and in lands far, far from here. Yet as she ran along the golden dunes now, with the sight of the deep blue sea, she felt as though she were that little royal girl once again, of the Land of Sun and Sand.