Lady Gisela’s voice sounded almost dreamy when she said, “I call them my gorgodons. Part flareadon, for their flame resistance. Part gorgonops for their fangs. Part argentavis for their wingspan. And part eurypterid, for their stinging tails. Equally at home on land, in the sea, or in the sky—” “Wouldn’t that be a gorgentaveridon?” Fitz interrupted. “It seems like the argentavis and eurypterid should be in the name.” Lady Gisela sighed. “Clearly this is why you get along so well with my son.”
It seems out of character for her to be communicating so much. She SHOULD be clinging to the shadows but we've got a glorious info-dump instead.
