“Uh, Aquila, would it be alright if … well, would you object to … what I mean to say is, would you take me flying?”
Aquila twitched his head around to look at Andrew and clucked his beak. Andrew looked to Andromeda.
“Any idea what that means?”
Andromeda’s eyebrows were turned down in puzzlement. “Odd. I almost got something very clear from him. Almost like a true thought, like words. But it vanished before I could make it out.”
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