the harpy’s flight.
Dragos’s expression was alight. Pia wiped her eyes with one sleeve.
Aryal rose, dove and looped up again. Eventually she drifted down to land on one knee in front of Pia, where she stayed, and Quentin realized she was offering full obeisance.
Pia’s face worked. She looked profoundly moved and immensely uncomfortable, and she started to shake her head.
“I finally figured you out,” said the harpy. She angled her head to look up at Pia with a sly sidelong smile. “You really do poop sparkly rainbows.”
Pia’s eyebrows shot up. She blinked.
Dragos folded his arms. He looked exasperated, as he did so often with Aryal. “What the hell does that mean?”
Aryal stretched out her wings that were all the more beautiful for the scars they bore. She met Quentin’s smiling gaze.
She asked him in an innocent tone, “Was it something I said?”
