"Yea, the air feels good already," he said, "though I don't smell rain yet." He nodded at Sorcha curled up in the deep grass bedding with Tashtey, both of them sound asleep. "I reckon I could carry her to your house, but I'd bet she'd rather stay here. Besides, where would she be safer than here in the mews with fifteen strike falcons? If I dream about trolls, I'll come out here myself." "I'd say leave her, but I'll bet my folks make me come back out here and get her. I'm exhausted." "Shall I carry her then?" "No. Tashtey has become the center of Sorcha's world, and now that Tashtey has helped save all of our lives, I'd bet that if we woke her, she'd beg to stay out here, just this one night. And you know? I want to be in on the next wild egg hunt. If the Marfora Siofra are going to start raiding, I certainly want a pet who can save my life.” Baase gave his feathers a thorough shake and eased himself down onto his keel in the bedding. Roseen leant against a timber in the doorway and glanced out at the sky.
