"Heh, we'll see how soft you are yet. Now that you're reacquainted again, bring your axe to the plaza outside. We'll find someplace outside to spar...I'd rather not read up any more of this place than I have already."
Marakai clapped a hand on Urra'vin's shoulder, and grinned. "I'll see you in a couple minutes."
Without another word, he left the armory, and made his way upstairs. He had some memories to look into.
He made his way to what was once his sister's room, standing for a long time in front of the door. He couldn't enter - both his parents and his siblings rooms were locked to any but those whom they belonged to. He supposed that, as he was king by technicality, he could override it by command, but...
...that just didn't seem right.
"Sister... Vinderaelh. My baby sister. I'm so, so sorry I haven't been able to say this to you before, but I'm sorry. I'm sorry you didn't get to live the life you should have. I'm so sorry. But...things will be better, okay? I've found Urra'vin! After all these years, that crusty old dragons still kicking...I know you would have liked to see him again..."
His hand was placed against the door, this door that was all he had to serve as her grave marker.
"I love you, forever. Please look down on your brother with pride."