Drosera is bigger now, way too big to reasonably ride on anyone's shoulders. In the fashion of many burgeoning adolescents, though, it has not occurred to her that she is too big to ride on anyone's shoulders, and so when she stretches -- a little bit to show off; the man in the room sounds impressed and she is a beautiful baby -- Magnus automatically crouches so she can rest her front talons on his shoulder and then scramble up his back. He's strong; he doesn't overbalance. Magnus likes when she does this, because it means he's using his einherji abilities for something good.

"Sagramore, meet Drosera," he says, moving a hand to support her back as he carefully rises up again. "Sorry, I mean, Her Most Gracious Majesty and Royal Betaloned Beakiness, Glorious Princess Drosera Dinosaur Hungry Baby Kitty McBirdface Magnahad the Fluffy-Pawed of Shed Kingdom, First of her Name and Cutest in all the Worlds, Who Is a Good and Big Girl Now. Dro, baby, this is Sagramore. He's Laertes's husband -- do you remember Laertes? They're Szarka's dads."