“Guys, this is ridiculous. Archie is a magical, fantastical being, not some cart mule.”
After catching me in his impressively strong arms when I nearly fainted after practicing my spatial abilities, Milo hoisted me onto Archie’s back, insisting that I make the rest of the journey to the next campsite on him.
“Actually,” Milo tells me, “as I’m sure he’s explaining to you in your head as I speak, it was prophesized that the Six Senses would ride into battle on the backs of their familiars. So, really, you’re just getting the practice in.”
It’s true, Archie tells me. Should the time come that you and the Senses need to fight, you will do so from our backs. It will help you focus on your abilities and your group efforts—at least, until you transform and fly with your own wings.
I cross my
