The Guard saluted, tapping fingertips to armored brow before whistling into the night air. The response was almost immediate. Thick spade-like leaves, red and gold in turn, rustled. The Dominion-plant covered much of the ground, even here. The reason for the rustling became apparent as a jeweled Odonata lumbered into view.

Of all the Houses, only those with royal blood could fly. It was said to be a gift from long ago. Some muttered it was as likely to be a curse on the other Houses. As it stood, commoners, including the Royal Guard, had to find other means to get keep up.

“He is far then?” Olivia asked.

“Further than I’d want to walk, your highness.” The guard mounted his Odonata with obvious experience and cinched himself into the saddle. He gave it a double thump on its side and the giant insect fluttered its wings, chittering and croaking.

“No, you’ll get a treat later. Right now we get to fly.” the guard replied fondly.

The Odonata leaped into the air and Olivia followed. No one escaped her twice.