and it had n't driven out again . i know you can carry them as mist without hurting them in sunlight . suddenly every one crowded about her asking how the progress was coming . a twelve year old girl raises her hand . he rolled over and took me into his arms . unfortunately , not all of us got out . its feathers felt like silk against his palm . he would be hard pressed to continue only using one hand and if he did n't that meant that he was taking this some what seriously . 