“And still, you are what the Eyrie aims for when they train us. You’re the perfect Kettral.” Gwenna stared at her. For a moment all words failed. “Are you fucking mad?” she managed finally. “No,” Annick replied evenly. “I was there when we fought our way free of Long Fist. I saw you command the defense of Andt-Kyl. I saw you pull Qora out of the mess over on Hook.” “I was improvising. Annick, I was making that shit up.” Talal just laughed. The sudden mirth was both welcome and disconcerting. “That’s the point,” he said. “Kettral improvise. They fight on the fly. When the Flea put you in charge
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