He’d called her by name. “Do we know each other?” she asked. “I looked different before.” The newcomer knelt and placed his sack in the roadway. “I am sorry I have been away so long,” he added, undoing the knot and spreading out the cloth. “I had to practice this shape. It is not what I am used to. I am used to it now, though.” He looked up at Aly. “I am here to serve you and the two-legger queen-to-be.” Aly peered into his face. If he wore another shape normally, one with feathers . . . “Nawat?” she whispered.
One of my favorite scenes!
