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I’m going to approach during Threshing.”

“Pretty sure this little walk is so they can decide,” I retort.
“Hopefully one of them will decide you don’t get to make it to

Threshing,” Rhiannon says, her voice quiet so it barely reaches me.

I laugh as we approach a set of browns, both slightly smaller than my
mother’s Aimsir, but not by much.

“They’re a little bigger than I thought they would be,” Rhiannon says, her

voice rising. “Not that I didn’t see the ones at Parapet, but…”
I look over my shoulder to see her wide gaze flickering between the path

and the dragons. She’s nervous.

“So do you know if you’re having a niece or nephew?” I ask, continuing
to walk forward past a handful of oranges.

“What?” she answers.
“I’ve heard some of the healers can make pretty good guesses once a

woman is further along in her pregnancy.”

“Oh. No,” she says. “No clue. Though I’m kind of hoping she’ll have a
girl. I guess I’ll find out once we finish the year and can write our families.”

“That’s a bullshit rule,” I say over my shoulder, lowering my gaze
immediately when I accidentally make eye contact with one of the oranges.

Breathe normally. Swallow the fear. Fear and weakness will get me killed,

and since I’m already bleeding, the odds aren’t exactly in my favor here.
“You don’t think it encourages loyalty to the wing?” Rhiannon asks.

“I think I’m just as loyal to my sister whether I’ve had a letter from her or

not,” I counter. “There are bonds that can’t be broken.”
“I’d be loyal to your sister, too,” Tynan says, turning around and grinning

as he walks backward. “She’s one hell of a rider, and that ass. I saw her

right before Parapet and damn, Violet. She’s hot.”
We pass by another set of reds, then a single brown and a pair of greens.

“Turn around.” I make the spinning motion with my finger. “Mira would
eat you for breakfast, Tynan.”