“Don’t do it.” Airedain didn’t look up from the alder block he was chiselling. Bright red woodchips fell into a basket at his feet. “Send kids to school, I mean.” My brow furrowed. “Tiernan enjoyed it back in Sverba.” “Different for pigeons, ain’t it? I had to use a Sverbian name and cover my tattoos. Couldn’t speak Aikoto in class. The teacher made us stand in the corner for mentioning the aeldu. Can’t count how many fist fights I got into with itheran kids.”
