Lost Fledgling [MadEmperor]

[DragonSong]

Chuckling, Lanaya obediently began sipping at her own bowl. "Very good," she agreed with another small laugh, nodding at him. "I do believe you've a talent for mixing concoctions of all kinds, apprentice."

Gale hooted softly, an owl's laugh--then suddenly fluffed up her feathers and made a chuffing, clucking sound that had Lanaya snapping her head up.

"What--really? You're sure?"

"Wooh-hhooo!"

[MadEmperor]

Grimr, too, perked up, though he couldn't understand the owl remotely as well as his teacher. "What? What's she saying? Is it about Hero?"

Surely, if it was, it was good news. He could at least tell that much, and he was relieved, albeit perhaps prematurely. He had been more worried than he realized.