doesn’t fully extend. It makes it halfway, but the remainder of the black
webbing never pulls taut.
She attempts once, twice, then bares her sharp teeth and hisses steam
when it doesn’t snap into place on the third attempt.
Oh gods. Something’s wrong.
I have no fucking clue what to say or do. I’m… speechless. Powerless to
help. Fuck. Am I supposed to ask her if she’s all right? Or do I ignore it as I
would a battle wound on an adult? Is the wing broken? In need of mending?
Or is it part of the growth process?
Andarna’s head whips back toward mine and her eyes narrow. “I am not
broken.”
My heart sinks.
“I never said you were,” I whisper.
Shit, shit, shit. I hurt her feelings.
“Speech isn’t necessary when I can hear your thoughts. I am no more
broken than you are.” Her lip curls and her teeth flash.
Ouch. “I’m sorry. That wasn’t what I meant to imply.” The thought is
barely a whisper.
“Enough.” Tairn lowers his head to her level. “She is allowed to be
concerned for you, as you are for her. Now go eat before hunger
overpowers common sense.”
Sgaeyl stalks past me on the right, the ground lightly shuddering beneath
my feet as she heads for the meadow to the east. Feirge gets out of her way.
“There is a herd that is far better hunted on foot,” Tairn says, a soft
growl vibrating in his throat. “Follow Sgaeyl.”
Andarna tucks her wings, flexes her claws, then walks around me
wordlessly, heading for Sgaeyl. I turn to watch them walk away.
“Adolescents,” Tairn grumbles. “They’re insufferable when hungry.”
“Her wing,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around my stomach.
His sigh ripples the grass around me. “The elders and I will work with
her to strengthen the muscles, but there are complications.”
“Like?” My chest tightens, and I glance up at him.
“Put your shields up and block her out as much as possible.”