Goodie hiked her skirt and ran. At home, she’d run the boys and girls into the ground at any race they’d challenge, but now it was important, so she stretched her legs and ran. Beside her flew Avarice and he kept cawing, “Run, run, run.”
“What kind of magician is Wood-Axe?” she huffed as she ran toward Chagee and safety.
“Bad,” Avarice said beside her ear.
“I know he’s bad,” Goodie said disdainfully. “I wish you were closer to Ma so you’d be smarter.”
“Smart enough,” Avarice said as he flew. “Run! Run! Run!”
Goodie saved her breath and ran.