"I miss the salt water and the waves," he admits freely, with a laugh, allowing her to tug him along. It's good to see her laughing and full of delight, after the tears and panic of earlier.
These high meadows, clean-swept and fresh with mountain wind, seem home to all manner of creatures, large and small. Butterflies flutter around them; birds soar overhead. And once, Caspian points up as a large figure passes over them: four graceful legs and wide-stretched wings. "I suppose that must be Fledge," he tells her, thrilled. "The first of the Talking Horses and of the winged ones."
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These high meadows, clean-swept and fresh with mountain wind, seem home to all manner of creatures, large and small. Butterflies flutter around them; birds soar overhead. And once, Caspian points up as a large figure passes over them: four graceful legs and wide-stretched wings. "I suppose that must be Fledge," he tells her, thrilled. "The first of the Talking Horses and of the winged ones."