The Attack of the Sixth: Small Made Large
"Perfect. Courier's just what I need." Shovash leans forward for a half-second, supported by a twelve-meter wingspan suddenly on display, with a posture as though she has something to lean on, it's a bar top, and it's that kind of bar. Folding herself back in, she looks excitedly over her shoulder before coming back to the messenger. "Lately, when I reach that wide, I've been feeling pressure from moving through something that isn't air. I think I'm close to a breakthrough!"
She stretches again, as though to demonstrate—or test—her point, and waves them back and forth too slowly to make a breeze. And then finally, she finishes her thought, with eyes closed and her attention clearly not all in one place. "Ng Himself, is it? It would be foolish to make an enemy of him, naturally, particularly with the travel I do. Hm. Ah! I've got it!" She brightens quite abruptly, again gleeful without reserve.
"I would like you to deliver the following message back to your Master. And if the traveling would tire you, I'm sure I can make your journey easy. I want you to tell him..." Shovash forcefully clears her throat and proceeds in the archest tone ever.
"To the Honored Majordomo of the House of Secrets, a greeting from the Prodigal Daughter Who Returns With Laurels And Thunder. Words cannot express how flattered I am to be someone you turn to, as a peer, to set right what has gone so unfortunately wrong. And I wholeheartedly share your enthusiasm for millennia of effective partnership in the oversight of our respective domains. I am especially pleased to hear that the Eldest are proposing mutual aid and support on the grandest scale.
"It is a matter for another day, of course; such an involved and demanding bit of law will take extensive negotiation and research to settle on a final draft. In the meantime, I propose a token exchange, to demonstrate our goodwill and establish the faith—he may indeed say—that will be a necessary precondition of said negotiation. In exchange for title and all rights and claim to one day of Ravening Shadows, I will return the rest of the season to his care upon recovering it. I voraciously await his reply." By this point, she is grinning like the coyote who ate the cat who are the canary.