“So that damn bird in my chamber was yours?” “Did the idiot stumble over its own two legs and fly straight into a wall? Because that’s him.” “No, but it acted… strangely. Spread its wings, crooned and bobbed its head.” He squinted, the reaction amplified by a strike of lightning that flickered across the slits that remained. “That… doesn’t sound like my anoa at all.” “Who, then?” “Malyr? Some drunk? What does it matter? The bird’s gone, sweetheart.”
