Eena had thought the whole idea of his picture was absolutely wonderful and had asked Willum what kind of animal she might be. He’d responded after only a moment of thought.

“I think you’d be a crioness.”

“Why is that?”

“Because they can fly.”

“Why would that remind you of me?” She’d been unable to guess his reasoning.

“Because few animals can fly. You can do things others can’t do. Like flying. It’s magic.”

“Oh. How very clever.”

The comparison had left her both impressed and flattered.

Autore: Richelle E. Goodrich