Noctisardor Bypass the loxian gate

heda's eyes widened. "aunt willam never said if we could ride them or not." but her voice hung suspended. why not? the way the woman had talked about them, it was almost inconceivable. "if it's like bracelet, i bet you could talk to it, druid," she grinned encouragingly.
or bracelet could translate. she glanced fondly at the little snake who had become her sister's constant companion. birds passing overhead brought the girl's muzzle up-tipped to look at them. "wonder where they're all going," she mused aloud, half to herself and half to druid.