24: Sseschni

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As we get nearer and nearer, my heart hums with joy and anxiety. The sun! The scents! The heights of the rocky crags! In this land I no longer need Anhilde to be my guide, and I soar overhead, leading the way and building my wing strength for longer and longer stretches.

I know I will miss her. Though clumsy and ignorant at first, she has been as true as any clutch-sister.

On our second day in the desert, I catch my first coney, and we share it. 

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