"You two. Get on," Kaya ordered, stepping onto her own scooter and booting up the silent electric motor.
Veer stared down at the tiny, two-wheeled human contraption. The majestic, terrifying god of the sky looked at the scooter, then looked at his incredibly long legs, and then looked back at Kaya with an expression of profound, aristocratic disdain.
"Wife," Veer said slowly, gesturing to the dark sky above the forest canopy. "Can I not just fly? I can scout the perimeter from the air in seconds. I am not riding a metal stick."
Kaya's head snapped toward him. The look in her eyes was so fiercely lethal it could have cut glass.
"Do you want me to be dragged into a federal laboratory?" Kaya hissed, her voice vibrating with sheer, unadulterated stress. "Do you want me cut into pieces by scientists trying to figure out why a giant bird is flying over an industrial park?! The government is already looking for excuses! You damn bastard, just do what I say!"
