Kala laughed quietly, enjoying his wonder vicariously.
"It can," Kaus said. "Some wings are better equipped for rain and sleet and snow than others. But when you come to visit us in Starfall..." there was only the briefest of pauses, "...we can annoint your feathers with certain oils that will make it slip away easier, keep you dry. We have learned a few things from ducks and alchemists." Kala laughed again at the incongruity of that statement. Kaus grinned, continued. "Flying in a light snowfall is nothing, though. Flying through a blizzard, well, I'd use magic to see my way through it. I'd keep you safe."
He turned his face into the fabric between him and Raithen's belly, perhaps a mite embarrassed. Kala only smiled. They were the both of them infatuated with him, but young as they were, they weren't idiots either.
"There are parts of the mountains so high or so far north that they are always covered in snow and ice." Her wrist turned under his touch, allowing him access. "You really must visit. Kalzasi is fine. A jewel of a northern city, and our modest home in the middle of nowhere. You should see how other Avialæ live. Not that there is anything wrong with how you live, but you might find a few ideas you might want to keep."
A part of her that was just like any other woman soon turning one and twenty years of age and considered him wanting to keep her, or Kaus, or both, but she let it go like she let go of any thought when she was meditating. It wouldn't do to form the sort of attachments that would hurt, not without time and familiarity, and it had already occurred to her that she would outlive nearly everyone she had ever known. She had plans for Kaus, but she was going to have to learn to be comfortable with the transience of reality.
"If your mother will let you," she amended with a quiet smile, reaching out to pinch his nose.
."It can," Kaus said. "Some wings are better equipped for rain and sleet and snow than others. But when you come to visit us in Starfall..." there was only the briefest of pauses, "...we can annoint your feathers with certain oils that will make it slip away easier, keep you dry. We have learned a few things from ducks and alchemists." Kala laughed again at the incongruity of that statement. Kaus grinned, continued. "Flying in a light snowfall is nothing, though. Flying through a blizzard, well, I'd use magic to see my way through it. I'd keep you safe."
He turned his face into the fabric between him and Raithen's belly, perhaps a mite embarrassed. Kala only smiled. They were the both of them infatuated with him, but young as they were, they weren't idiots either.
"There are parts of the mountains so high or so far north that they are always covered in snow and ice." Her wrist turned under his touch, allowing him access. "You really must visit. Kalzasi is fine. A jewel of a northern city, and our modest home in the middle of nowhere. You should see how other Avialæ live. Not that there is anything wrong with how you live, but you might find a few ideas you might want to keep."
A part of her that was just like any other woman soon turning one and twenty years of age and considered him wanting to keep her, or Kaus, or both, but she let it go like she let go of any thought when she was meditating. It wouldn't do to form the sort of attachments that would hurt, not without time and familiarity, and it had already occurred to her that she would outlive nearly everyone she had ever known. She had plans for Kaus, but she was going to have to learn to be comfortable with the transience of reality.
"If your mother will let you," she amended with a quiet smile, reaching out to pinch his nose.