I saw her spread her wings and p them experimentally. She rose off the ground and hovered for a


    moment.


    The truth of it struck me. She was growing fast and she was getting more independent every day. I’d


    promised not to hold her back, so I had to let her grow at her own pace.


    “Fly back to me, Baby,” I called to her.


    “If you start to fall, spread your wings and glide down. Do you understand that word?”


    “You changed your mind,” she informed me as she jumped.


    Hannah practiced flying over the pit all afternoon. She started out mainly just gliding from one ledge to


    another. Soon she had reached the bottom and had to fly to get back up. I just sat and watched from


    the top, calling out encouragement.


    ‘m hungry, Mama,” she cried when she was still halfway down in the pit.


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    “Fly back up and feed, then,” I told her.


    Hannah did not tolerate hunger well, she never had. She screamed and wailed, throwing a mighty


    tantrum below me. ttering talons told me who had arrived.


    A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y


    “Good day, Ma’am,” I said to therge woman as she walked in.


    “Why is the young female down there?” the woman asked me Looking over the edge.


    I exined how Hannah had wanted to climb down and then stumbled. The woman seemed pleased


    Hannah had flown. The fact she had practiced afterward also made the woman happy.


    Hannah appeared suddenly, having flown the rest of the way up. She was hungry and angry. She made


    horrible sounds at the other woman.


    “A fine female!” the woman said before she walked away.


    I sat and held my daughter as she started to nurse. She quieted quickly, now that she was being fed.


    “Quite a scene you just made,” I said smiling down at her.


    She sighed and continued to nurse.


    “Maybe next time we should find a ce that you could get out of easier,” I said and Hannah just


    watched me.


    She was sleepy after her exercise and I carried her back to our apartments. I put her on her belly to


    rest and picked up the toys she had left scattered around that morning. My men had generously


    brought or purchased her lots of different things to y with


    Much like on Earth the toys were all geared at teaching some fundamental skill. It kept her upied in


    the morning when I cleaned things up. I smiled recognizing the different words and symbols printed on


    the toys.


    It was nearing dinner time when a ttering noise outside got my attention.


    “ve,” Nu-reeh’s voice called from outside.


    “Yes, Mistress,” I answered bustling out. “How may I help you?”


    “The child is flying I was told,” she stated and I gave an affirmative answer.