"Why ... they're beautiful. Butterflies," said Ravna. "Huh?" "I mean they look like butterflies. You know? Um. Insects with large colored wings." Giant butterflies, actually. The newcomers had a generally humanoid body plan. They were about 150 centimeters tall and covered with soft-looking brown fur. Their wings sprouted from behind their shoulder blades. At full spread they were almost two meters across,
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ghd engineering, and drifted gracefully into the air above the forest. The entire effect was like something out of a children's video. They had pert, button noses, like pet jorakorns, and eyes as wide and bashful as any human animator ever drew. Their voices sounded like youngsters singing. Saint Rihndell and his buddies sidled around their tree tops. The tallest visitor sang on, its wings gently flexing. After a moment, Ravna realized it was speaking fluent Trisk with a front end adapted to the creature's natural speech: "Saint Rihndell, greetings! Our ships are ready for your repairs. We have made fair payment, and we are in a great hurry. Your work must begin at once!" Saint Rihndell's Trisk specialist translated the speech for his boss. Ravna leaned across Pham's back. "So maybe our friendly repairman really is overbooked,
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