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He stared an instant longer, then flew after them.
Sheol grinned even harder. The pretty flying things, no doubt toys of the StarSon, were afraid.
She redoubled her efforts to reach them.
The translucent, jewel-bright creatures massed above the first of the peaks of the Icescarp Alps, an
undulating cloud of colour and silvery nothingness, but Sheol ignored them, concentrating instead on their
leader, a dark-visaged and winged man dressed in a ridiculous white tunic and considerably more
fleshy than his command.
"Greetings, fool," said Sheol pleasantly, as she wriggled near. "You must be one of the StarSon's
acquaintances."
She'd moved very close now, and her form rippled and changed until she resembled a cross
between a dragonfly and a fairy.
She was exquisitely beautiful, and exquisitely threatening.
DareWing felt flames spread along his wings.
He reflexively panicked, then regained his equilibrium. He could deal with this. He imagined
himself plunging into the Iskruel Ocean until the frigid waters closed above his head ...
The flames fizzled out, and DareWing soared a dozen paces further into the air.
"Very good," said the dragon-fairy. "I am impressed. Perhaps I shall just capture you for Qeteb to
play with at his leisure."
Dare Wing's feathers fell out.
This time he found it harder to control his panic. He beat his de-feathered wings frantically, but
without the means to caress the air they could not hold him aloft. DareWing tried to imagine new feathers
sprouting along his wings, but he could not hold the image, and he fell through the air towards the ground.
DareWing closed his eyes, and prepared to embrace it. The ground would not harm him, for he did
not fear it. He could exist without flight, he had already proved it...
The sound of a choir filled the air, and, distracted, Sheol let her magic waver.
Suddenly DareWing found himself soaring again, his wings whole, and he grinned. "Sheol!" he cried.
"Do you like the music?"
 And he started to sing himself. It was no enchantment, and had no inherent magic, and no real
meaning in its words. Its enchantment and power lay in the emotions it caused to well up in the breasts of
both singers and listeners.
It was a song all Icarii sang when they celebrated a particularly blessed event — a marriage of a
well-loved friend, or the birth of a child after a difficulty-fraught labour.
It was called Freedom Flight.

Feather drifting
Skyway beckoning
Freedom flight Never
ending.
Sun is burning Crest
is rising Wings are
arching Soul is
soaring.
Child seeded Hands
uniting Friendship
laughing Love
triumphant.
Feather drifting
Skyway beckoning
Freedom flight Never
ending.