When Finn entered the corral at a dead run, clearing the gate with a desperate leap and scattering the herd in every direction, Shep Eerdmair took it in stride. He silently offered the water flask and waited for his brother to drink his fill before mildly asking, "What? No wings?"
An anguished growl erupted, fueled in equal parts by frustration and throbbing pain. Finn slammed the fence with both hands, then bent over double, sobbing for breath.
Eerdmair, unalarmed and unhurried, studied the hills from whence Finn had emerged.
Finally Finn recovered. "Gravity can rot!" he announced with fervent conviction.
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