"He's bright and curious," she says, the smile coming back a little, but softly. "Sometimes he rides Liranan like a pony. Neither of them have any temper to speak of, which helps that along enormously."

Here she laughs, bright and quiet, looking down and away for a moment as if to hide the affection plain on her face. And then --

"I would offer to give you a picture, but -- Flemeth comes here and -- "

Well.

"I don't want to be the reason she finds them. Or even knows he exists."