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Perhaps he could fly. So many could. But it was not useful underground. Even outside -- they might have defenses that could shoot him down.
Though -- perhaps it would be useful to avoid footsteps, and the peril of noise. If there was a way to test without more noise with failure.
I could hope. The end of our desperate flight in a refuge. I bit my lip, realizing that Belsante would not rest in safety, but plan a way to save Carrigiana's victims and return her father to the throne.
Then, I could not help her much, and she knew it.
Outside the window, pixies pirouetted in flight, passing from sunlight to shadow and out again; only within the shadows could their tiny glow be seen, but she still looked away, not wanting to be pixy led.
She wondered if the office had noticed that she hadn't returned from lunch yet.
She leafed idly through it, wondering if her grandmother had included any that described how to gain the power of flight.
It fell open, and Hope realized it had a bookmark. Made of a pressed flower, and indicating a passage where her grandmother had written not to use them yourself.