Blacktail Deer Plateau Starlight dragons

Don't tell him, imaginary Osprey urged, and Saēna complied immediately with this request. “I wasn' talking,” she lied again, feeling a weird satisfaction in telling something other than the truth to Taltos. Despite his clearly having heard every word she said, or at least her voice, she ought to have known she would be caught red-handed in that lie, but imaginary Osprey was nodding approvingly, and that was persuasion enough.

But Taltos lingered. It was rude to tell him to go away, and Saēna didn't want to be considered rude. She shuffled uncomfortably, grasping for something to say but understandably finding nothing. The only topic on her mind lately had been Junior's death, which was now proven incorrect by imaginary Junior. Who, by the way, was creeping beneath Taltos' belly and giggling mischievously. She was making biting motions at the other's armpit. “Stop!” Saēna implored her, forgetting for a moment that she'd just told Lasher there was no one there.