Ventus by Karl Schroeder

Karl Schroeder / Ventus / Page 650
"I understand. And we will obey. But..."
"What?" Its tail twitched as it rounded on him. Lavin
shrank back despite himself.
What will you do with Galas? But it would not even
understand the question if he asked it.
Lavin watched it walk away, his mind a blank. The
impossible was happening, and what was worse, he knew that
the next days would so far exceed what had just occurred, that
in future times he might not even remember this one
conversation.
The Wind gestured at its mounted comrades and they all
turned to leave.
Hesty was saying something. Lavin couldn’t make out
the words, but the man was pointing at the sky, where one of
the vagabond moons had begun to loom large, a lozenge of its
surface now in direct sunlight.
The white Wind had been frightening, but also oddly
familiar. Lavin stared after her as she and the others departed,
wracking his brains to find a memory. He had heard her voice
before, and recently... No, it was gone.
He sighed, and turned to Hesty. "I see it, man. Go
prepare your men. Tell them the Winds have brought the
moons here at my request. There is one adventure left for us, it
seems."