a cloak, and yet when Never stretched his wings they extended well beyond his arm span.
“You must have many questions,” Cog said. His eyes shone from where he stood within the alcove. The fool was proud; no doubt overjoyed to have been a part of an Amouni Ascension – which meant proud to have helped his ‘master’.
“Yes, but I doubt you can answer them all,” he said. “How do I return to Marlosa? You mentioned a way before, do you mean the fish-man?”
“Yes. But once you reach Marlosa, you will have to fly.”
Never burst into incredulous laughter. “Cog, I can barely walk with these, let alone fly.”
Cog unhooked the pouches of chila and threw them across the room. “It is the quickest way.”
Never caught the powder. “And who will teach me to fly?”
“Don’t worry; it is in your blood, Amouni.”
