The next day.
Afternoon.
Northern Armand Border Gate.
Javier let out a quiet sigh as he rode atop Buddy, the big Pekko bird striding confidently toward the high gates. Liana rode beside him on Pikko, her posture straight and composed, while Gloria flanked his left on Peanut, her calm gaze sweeping the length of the stronghold walls.
Behind them, Mimi, Delya, and Felicia followed, each astride their own Pekko, ears perked and eyes bright, their excitement matched by their mounts' cheerful squawks and flapping wings.
At the gate, the Border Guard Captain stood ready, helmet tucked under his arm, armor spotless. As Javier's group approached, the Captain snapped a sharp salute, fist pressed to his chest, head bowed low. The other guards lined up along the wall, discipline perfect.
"Young Master!" the Captain called.
Javier lifted a hand in a relaxed wave. "At ease, everyone."
