“What’s this?” Angel asked. He leaned in the doorway and watched Ella stitch a complicated pattern into bright red cloth.
“An eagle,” she said, “for the legions.”
“An eagle?”
She’d seen it in a vision. She shrugged. “I think it looks nice. And they’re fierce creatures.”
Angel scooped up the other red pennant she’d made. “And this creature? I don’t think they exist anymore.”
“It’s a dragon,” she said, which she knew he remembered. From Andrev.
“Why a dragon?”
“It will confuse historians,” she said. So many battle leaders, so many dragon standards. “Have you heard from Lucius Artorius yet?”
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