Ignoring the pricks of his talons, when the great bird was firmly seated on her arm, Dune started back the way she'd come, toward the parking lot that led up to the stairs. She wasn't trying to jostle Merula off, but her steady steps were quick, knowing they had precious little time to get where they were going.
Still, that didn't stop conversation. “Yeah, it's been fun,” she said with a low laugh as she started winding between the parked cars, picking the word 'fun' for the irony of it. “That old injury in my left arm really took a turn.” She wasn't trying to speak in euphemisms, but that was really the basis of it. “The experts back at the office say it's developed into a full-blown curse.”
Still, that didn't stop conversation. “Yeah, it's been fun,” she said with a low laugh as she started winding between the parked cars, picking the word 'fun' for the irony of it. “That old injury in my left arm really took a turn.” She wasn't trying to speak in euphemisms, but that was really the basis of it. “The experts back at the office say it's developed into a full-blown curse.”