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By the time a stew of wildfowl, root vegetables and forest greenery was simmering over the fire at their new firesite on the Kimoran side of the Charville, Maud had recovered and was becoming restless.
“I think,” she said to Sheldrake, “I might just head off and check on how they are getting on. Then I can let you know when they will be back for dinner.” She gave a little smile. “I liked Tarkyn’s idea of a bat. I think I’ll try it.”
Sheldrake frowned at her, not sure why she was smiling. “Why?”
“The wings,” she answered quietly “They’re like the pictures I’ve seen of dragons.”
Something clicked in Sheldrake’s brain, and he remembered a large goanna falling out of a tree near their pond at home and a look passing between Yarrow and Sasha that he hadn’t really paid attention to at th
