“Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeell.” She didn’t slow down. Her wings shifted uncomfortably at her sides, as though she were constantly on the edge of spreading them and flying up to the top. But she didn’t, much as the instinct gnawed at her. I can’t do that yet, stupid. She would have to stay in Othar if she wanted more flying lessons. Stay here, and risk taking the chance that Forerunner would deploy her to some god-forsaken desert to translate for it.