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The wind tickled twelve ears as the sky darkened. They had been riding all day, and Celia could tell even Aitan was feeling tired. She felt it too: the gnawing tug of exhaustion at the back of her eyes. Dabi was resolutely gliding beneath her, yellow wings outstretched to catch as many thermals as she could, and Laila did much the same to her right. Even Ra had settled down against Dabi’s chest. They hadn’t heard him screech in a good hour or so, and Celia presumed he must be asleep. Oh, to be so wrong. Ra wasn’t just awake; he was a thunderclap. She tried to pin all four of her ears back, but it was in vain. Whatever Ra wanted, he was making sure the rest of the crew knew to get it. Laila resolutely ignored the screams while Aitan held his hands over his drooped ears, peeked over at the baby kise, and began to speak. Celia couldn’t hear the words Aitan was saying and flopped over Dabi’s neck. She was resigned to listen to this until it stopped. Thankfully for her, Dabi’s mothering