"Nowhere near as interesting, trust me" he said it as if that was the end of the conversation. But I wasn't having it.
"Oh yeah, 'cause having wings is boring" I said sarcastically. Even as I spoke my heart dropped as I remembered that my own wings didn't even work. I restrained from throwing something and balled my hands into fist and breathed deeply. When I was sure I wasn't going to break anything I relaxed and looked over at Talon, his own eyes staring blankly at the wall that stood opposite. Obviously off in his own thoughts I coughed to get his attention.
"Well, what do you want to know?" he asked casually.
"Okay, well, why did you come here?" I asked, pointing at the floor of the caravan as I spoke.
"Okay, well I told you about Altair's brain attacks, well he has like a weird voice in his head too," He paused, "Well he got images of here," he gestured around him, "and his voice said we had to find you." He stopped pointing at me. There was a question nagging at me in the minute of silence after he spoke.
"Me?" I pointed to myself, "or all of us?" I asked, I sounded silly asking. And maybe it was slightly egotistical for me to expect it be me directly...
"You." He said clearly, nodding in my direction. But this answer only filled my head with more questions. Like, why me? Was the voice in Altair's head Jeb? And so many more questions that just seemed to buzz around inside my head. I groaned and leaned against the lumpy caravan sofa.
"See because I get this feeling you know more about me than I do," I mumbled in a barely audible whisper, he seemed to hear me fine though.
"Probably," he grinned slightly and unwillingly his infectious smile made me grin briefly as well.
I don't remember falling asleep, but I must've because the next thing I remember is waking up in the larger of the caravans' two bedrooms. I turned onto my side and pulled the quilt over my head. I groaned loudly and stretched my arms up above my head.
"Jeez you're a heavy sleeper," a voice said from somewhere around me. My head snapped up but the stiff quilt didn't fall away so I pushed it away. It took my eyes a minute to adjust to the sudden bright light, but when they did I breathed a sigh of relief. It was just Talon. I fell back onto the bed and pulled the covers back over my face. I took a deep breath and coughed through the musty quilt and pulled it off of my face. I turned my face to look at Talon, who was sat on the stool looking at me.
"What? I demanded sleepily, I am not a morning person.
"Nothing, It's just you mumble a lot in your sleep is all." He finished with a laugh.
"Mumble like make noise or mumble like talk?" I asked slightly worried. He just laughed.
"Mumble like talk," he said, "I didn't know I had great hair," he said with a small laugh. I just pulled the quilt over my head.
