From an upcoming short story, “Together We Will Fly”:

Varranor laughed. “This is not a jest! If we could capture a pair of marewings, we could fly to Irakleio, and then the Blue Suns would accept us into their highest ranks. We wouldn’t have to waste time working up the chain of command from simple foot soldiers.”

Galenos was stunned into silence, certain that his brother had finally taken leave of his senses.

Other laborers nearby also overheard the conversation, and some stopped eating to turn and stare at the brothers.