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Definitely she’d taken advice from worse people than badgers in her time.
“Boys worry just as much about their looks as girls do. We only hide it better.”
“Cloud? Do I have the light inside?” No, the mare replied. The light’s only for humans. You may look like a human, but you aren’t. You’re of the People: the folk of claw and fur, wing and scale.
“It’s—men’s gear,” she explained shyly. “At home, the priests and the headman—they’d never approve.” “Forget them.” Kuri turned her, checking the clothes. “You’re ours, now.
“Next time the assistant horsemistress tells you something, don’t flirt—correct it!”
Did you call me to worry about the names of things? If you did, I’m going back.
It would have been nice, talking with Miri after lights-out, but this was better. Miri didn’t know how to purr.
“In the fall and winter she can’t be out in the field. That’s the social season. She has to travel around being queen.
Like all the nobles she’d met in this strange country, his palm was callused.
“Daine has to decide if you can stay, however,” the queen said. The girl wished the children wouldn’t look at her piteously.
“Daine, call him off,” Numair said, his voice suddenly tight. “I didn’t call him on—”
He sat with his head tilted back against the wall, his eyes closed, his face pouring sweat. Pillows had been put around his sides to make him comfortable. Someone—a redheaded six-year-old, Daine suspected—had tucked his prize stuffed bear under one of the mage’s big hands.
