'What's special about him?' Dynatós thought, his eyes narrowed as he looked upon Mr. Valen, the man seated atop Zephyros.
It had been 24 hours.
While the bird slept, Mr. Valen breathed in and out, the thumping of his heartbeat audible even from his distance.
"All I need is a breathing manual, and I'll be a much more valuable slave than you," he muttered, thinking about how the High Scioness seemed to value Mr. Valen more than he did, even permitting him to call her his lady, a term used by noble men to refer to noble ladies.
In a way, it spoke to how highly the High Scioness saw Mr. Valen.
When he had tried to use the same address however, he had shut down coldly, which puzzled him.
'I'm the one who has the valuable... Information,' Dynatós thought, balling his fist, his eyes trembling with worry as he stood in the rain.
