Just a few moments after Aeron had spoken with Ronan and Yvarra, he gathered himself and prepared for the journey ahead. He packed all he needed: his sword, a leather flask, a small pouch of coins, and, most importantly, a map that led to the west beyond their kingdom. Ronan had made sure a fast, healthy horse was ready for him. Aeron did not go to visit Draco, knowing well how the dragon would react to his leaving. It would not be good, and it would only make the farewell harder.
By the time he was ready, Ronan and Yvarra were in his hut, helping him with the final touches. Together, they stepped outside, where his mother stood waiting.
"I've packed all you need, especially food," his mother said in a soft voice.
Aeron smiled and tried to lighten the mood. "You don't have to make the horse too heavy, Mom," he joked.
He walked forward, patted the horse gently, then mounted. Looking back at them, he said, "I will be safe, so don't worry."
