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Chapter Eighteen: A Whisper and a Story
She found Astrapi playing with the kitten. For a moment, she just watched the unlikely pair. Astrapi was crouching down, his wings flowing down his back, relaxed and trailing into whisps of mist across the tiles of the courtyard. He was teasing the kitten with one of his own strange feathers and the little kitten was enjoying lunging at it, her sharp teeth closing on air each time she thought she had finally caught it. They were both completely engrossed in their play.
“What are those things on her back?” asked Ilyria finally. Astrapi started and turned his head.
“I’m not sure,” he said, “She is something new that I’ve not seen before. Ilyria,” he said, standing up and leaving the kitten to her conquest of the confusing feather. “Come away with me. For a little while.”
Ilyria thought, “Will you tell me about the First War? And about Izben?”
Astrapi smiled, his head tilting to one side and in that moment, Ilyria thought he really did look bird-like. “I
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