“It’s okay. He’s on our side now. I think,” Gwendalina said, and dammit the girl had always had a fondness for wild creatures. I had taken the twins to the Celestia Zoo once and she’d been crying like the hounds of death were coming for her. She had only stopped when she’d caught the eye of the biggest, scariest beast in that place with so many claws and fangs, it could have murdered her in a hundred different ways, but she sat in my arms cooing at it like it was a puppy. “Or maybe it’s a girl. I don’t really know,” my daughter said.
