Beneath the glinded tongue

Previously

…Elara’s eyes narrowed, her composure fractured. She opened her mouth to speak, but Theron, his decision made, turned and began to walk away from her, towards the deeper, shadowed woods. I launched myself from the branch, my wings beating with a power that belied my weary form. I circled once, a dark omen against the bright sky, and then flew ahead of the Prince, a herald of the truth, a guardian against the encroaching lies. The game had begun, and the first move had been made, not by the deceiver, but by the cursed.