" He sighed. "I do hope not. I should have to train another porter. I quite fancied a royina for a time." The eyes glittered. "So does my great-souled Illvin. He's prayed to Me for you, after all. Consider my reputation."
Ista considered His reputation. "It's dreadful," she observed.
He merely grinned, that familiar, stolen, heart-stopping flash of teeth.
"What training?" she added, feeling suddenly cantankerous. "You never explained anything."
"Instructing you, sweet Ista, would be like teaching a falcon to walk up to its prey. It might with great effort be done, but one would end with a very footsore and cranky bird, and a tedious wait for dinner. With a wingspan like yours, it's ever so much easier just to shake you from my wrist and let you fly."
"Plummet," Ista growled.
"No. Not you. Granted, you tumble and complain halfway down the abyss, but eventually you do spread your wings and soar. "
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Ista considered His reputation. "It's dreadful," she observed.
He merely grinned, that familiar, stolen, heart-stopping flash of teeth.
"What training?" she added, feeling suddenly cantankerous. "You never explained anything."
"Instructing you, sweet Ista, would be like teaching a falcon to walk up to its prey. It might with great effort be done, but one would end with a very footsore and cranky bird, and a tedious wait for dinner. With a wingspan like yours, it's ever so much easier just to shake you from my wrist and let you fly."
"Plummet," Ista growled.
"No. Not you. Granted, you tumble and complain halfway down the abyss, but eventually you do spread your wings and soar." style="width:100%;margin:20px 0;"/>