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Two plops ahead: a pair of mating frogs. She had no interest in that. A rustle on her left, some feet behind: a pair of nesting ducks. Didn’t people think of anything else?
She’s shorter than I expected. And I never thought she’d swear, or make jokes. She’s a legend, sure enough, but she’s so human. An idea made her jaw drop: if she’s a legend, and a hero, then anyone could be a hero.
“He’s vain too,” Onua said loudly. “He takes as much time to dress for court functions as any lady. Which is bad enough, but then he ruins his clothes sitting on the grass to watch meteor showers.” “But that’s my good side,” protested Numair. “You really should tell her some of my faults.” He paused then added, “Then again—please don’t. I forgot you actually know my faults.
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. “Impossible,” the girl said flatly. “Look at me. I’m pink, my fur’s patchy, I walk on two legs. I’m human, human all over.” On the outside, the pony insisted. Not inside. Inside you’re People.
“Yes, sir.” She got to her feet with a groan. “Do people have visions when they think they’re dead?” His control vanished. “I don’t know! I’ve never tried it!” “Oh, well, I can see there’s no talking to you the rest of the night,
“Don’t call me ‘gentleman.’ I work for a livin’,” he interrupted. Daine grinned. Sarge often said the same thing.
She bore a gold-haired child on each hip. “Here I am, home from the wars, and you let me be swarmed over by barbarians whilst you flirt with my friends.” “Excuse me,” George said gravely to the adults, and to the children he plucked from his wife’s hold. Gripping the Lioness firmly, he bent her back in a prolonged kiss that looked like a romantic scene in a play. Everyone, even the men-at-arms posted along the walls, clapped, whistled, and cheered.
There is no good reason to fight. There is no good reason to kill.—The whales’ voices were growing faint.
Daine looked at these unusual people who had become friends, and laughed. “It’s fair funny,” she explained. “I’ve gone from having no home to having too many!
