He reeled back in a heap of black feathers. Second-born Aodh Caoin Croí sat outside strumming a Celtic harp. They bounded through the kitchen into the open yard. Eagnaí gained speed and began flapping his wings. It pummeled its way into Rógaire just as Lorgaire found his webbed feet. Ciatlllait stomped after them, her magic shooting and whizzing every which way through the castle. Aowyn and Rógaire grabbed him and tossed him to his feet, even as his arms began to form into wings. Lorgaire was thrown through the air as the bolt made contact with his heart. Their elder brothers, Lorgaire and Rógaire, entered in the hallway with bewildered expressions. Eagnaí banged and bashed against the walls clumsily, honking with disorientation. Ciatlllait huffed and got to her feet as the children bolted down the hall.
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