Nenya huffed a laugh, shaking her long, braided hair over her shoulders. ‘She’s in my ears, Emelin.’ The chirping grew illustratively louder. ‘I wouldn’t complain about that too much if you value the good health of your eyes and ears,’ I said and threw her a bright smile before turning back to the faraway shrieks of my familiar. ‘Those talons are pretty sharp.’ She let out a groan. ‘What is it with you and murderous things?’ ‘Thanks, I suppose,’ Creon said dryly.
