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Once more she gave his ears cause to fall to his (thick) head. Silly Swiftlet: a statement made truer for her having said it. She made him feel silly and the sillier she made him feel the more he wanted to follow. And follow he did.

There was no smell of Katla here. No smell of Katla anywhere. Their search yielded no trace at all of his missing sibling, and when the time came to part ways Swift found himself looking over his shoulder every few paces at the retreating form of the strangest friend he might ever make.

She had certainly taken his mind off his troubles.