The hill wasn't far from the main house, but my heeled shoes kept sinking.
"Why is the ground so soft?" I complained as I lifted my feet out of the mud for the hundredth time.
"Melody waters the ground every day; it hasn't had a chance to dry," Charles answered, as he suddenly turned around, lifted me into his arms, and insisted on carrying me the rest of the way.
"Charles, I can walk. Put me down," I insisted.
"What, and listen to your complaints about your shoes and the ground? I'd rather not have a headache later on; it's just as easy to carry you."
"I can fly the rest of the way," I suggested, as I started to feel a little daft in his arms, and Hera would certainly tease me if he saw me like this.
"One thing you should know, no flying at the house. It's a rule we all made to keep our secret from the humans."
"So just put me down and let me walk then."
