“Remind him that I threatened to digest him alive.” “I don’t think that would go well for me,” I reply. “It would be fun to watch him eat the pompous one.” Andarna’s voice is groggy. “Go back to sleep,” I lecture. She’s not due to wake for another month, Tairn said. Varrish’s eyes narrow momentarily on mine, and then he smiles, but there’s nothing kind or happy about it. “About your little feathertail—” “She can’t bear a rider.” Not lying, since she hasn’t flown since waking in Aretia. “I fly with Tairn, but she’ll go through maneuvers on the easier days.” “Well, see to it that she flies with
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