CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
We slipped out of the castle with our obscurus cloaks hiding our true features and hurried into the maze that was Amnisis. My previous thoughts about our royal personages gave me inspiration to look over the sights and sounds that crowded the majestic city. Changelings, I noticed, more often than not showed only parts of their animal heritage, and those parts weren’t consistent. For example, some of the avius showed off feathers for hair, while others sported their full wings as robes that hung from their otherwise human arms.
Portly pig people, flirty felines, canines with long noses. They were all represented among the many various populations.
That got me to thinking, and I sidled up close to Luca. “So, um, the king has never seen another dragon changeling?”
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