'Portal to Dauntless.' I wasn't about to give Gwenvere the chance to capture me, and I still firmly believed that peace was our best option. It wasn't that I'd lost my will to fight, more like I was tired of others not having the choice.
My former Guide hadn't lied, though. Dauntless was a mess. The forward section had been battered by not only the impact but also Gwenvere's heavy-handed rescue attempts. So, there would be no telling what they'd done to the rest of the airship. 'Portal to Dauntless's stables.'
The Uebra were nowhere to be seen, and I'd checked everywhere. Even the stablehand, Cleo, was absent. I was about to give up and move on when I spotted a trail of grass leading around the corner, behind Gimble's stall. And the closer I stepped, the more I could hear someone munching. Then they'd stop whenever I made a sound, so I took flight instead.
