“And you don’t have to whisper,” Maren states. “Gryphons have remarkable hearing.” “Just like dragons,” I mutter. “No privacy.” “Exactly.” Maren scratches just above Daja’s beak, reminding me of that spot above her nostrils that Andarna likes. “Gossiping busybodies,” she says with affection. “Don’t worry, Luella will win her over. She’s the nicest of us.”
